Tag: Wight

I trudged home with my hands in my pockets. My bag lightly slapped against my waist, “Hey, you coming over this weekend?” My coworker, Josh, asked me, “The wife is busting out the grill for the big game,” His wife was a big minotaur. I shrugged, “I don’t really feel like being harassed by her … Continue reading The Warmth of an Undead