Sometimes The Best Thing to Do is Let Someone Choke

“French Police. Open up!”

I had shoved the remaining fish bone into my mouth and looked about for some means of escape. The only other opening seemed to be the stove and I didn’t think that led anywhere except to The Very Terrifying Underworld which isĀ  1,299 more words


In Which I Finally Get Someone to Cook My Fish Bones

I’ve just gotten off a boat that’s been sailing about the Battlesburg Sea like a mad hag. Not a real mad hag, of course; I shouldn’t be alive if that were the case. 1,000 more words