Death Omen (A Sunshine Walkingstick Short Story)

My itchy feet drug me to the ATL one night for a light flirt, but I didn’t get me no r-and-r. ‘Stead, I found a hobo, a ghost, and a trio of vampires, and me with my best weapons locked in the trunk of my daddy’s car. 

That’d learn me to drive down to the city, if I made it off the Gold Line alive.

© 2017. Published by Bone Diggers Press.