Oh to be here.
Floddenfield House and nothing much to do except wait for the frozen rain to start pounding on the roof like an entire forest’s worth of acorns falling off the oak trees all at once.
my new short fiction piece with the rest over on Substack at the link if you’d like to read the rest.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-2021-and-january-with
