by Brigham Whitmore | Jun 9, 2023 | Flash fiction, Short story
They said that from a thousand graves would come a thousand ghosts. Ghost high and low, in the shade of the tree standing in the moonlight, under the staircase of mansions old and new, and below the cobblestone bridges that carried over their arches many a scared...
by Brigham Whitmore | May 22, 2023 | Short story
Cobwebs in the dark corners. Candle wax on the old wooden floor. Torn curtains that in happier times, witnessed half a dozen birthday cakes. And the dry east wind lamenting against the windows, loose in their dilapidated window frames and roughened by the frequent...
