Mary TuringMick and the inevitable gambleMick picked up the receiver and stubbed out the ash protruding from his knuckle with the same hand. He was less than halfway through. 4. 1…Apr 14, 2019Apr 14, 2019
Mary TuringOnly at nightHis phone vibrates against his thigh, a tickle of expectation.Apr 22, 20181Apr 22, 20181
Mary TuringCondemn the freeIt had begun like any other day in Africa: She’d awoken early and had coffee for breakfast and her stomach had groaned, as usual, though…Apr 11, 2018Apr 11, 2018
Mary TuringHuntedAs she placed her torn palm against the rough moss and bark, she could still hear the baying in the valley below. Her thigh bled, ached…Mar 31, 20181Mar 31, 20181
Mary TuringBANGThe recoil, though expected, caused her to jump. Her shoulder Ached, her palm smarted and she felt her spine twinge.Mar 23, 2018Mar 23, 2018
Mary TuringIn defence of vampiresAs all three of my readers (thanks, by the way) know: I love vampires. I love their paleness. Their lurking in the dark. Their teeth. Their…Mar 22, 20181Mar 22, 20181