Author’s Note: Another throwaway item today. This was part of a ghost story I ditched. The man in question (the one doing the observing) is rather less alive than he imagines. His descent into madness begins.  They fluttered over the midnight graves like silver faeries. Larger than moths but no birds, the creatures shimmered […]

via #VignetteSeries – Whispers in the Night — Richard M. Ankers