Time is an illusion, lunchtime doubly so.

This week's lit, a place for stories entry is a Friday's Sunday's Poem, Why He Decided To Live In Tomorrow.

My mother and father died yesterday.

And I know what people say
About living in today....

Read the rest of it by clicking here.

A day late...

"Mr Suitcase is terribly quiet.  And terribly quick."  My short horror story has been republished to the new lit, a place for stories, and you can click here to read it or download a copy for free!