Dec 19, 2021
17 min read
A short story
The Red River
Love and gore
The man, leaning with both arms over the side of the hovercraft, said to the three-legged alien, “We’ll pass the night in Zareb’s clearing. It’s late.”
“That’s ominous,” the alien snorted and went on looking at the red river.
The man rested his chin on his crossed arms and shifted his gaze from the big blowers…
