“You hear that sound?” I asked. “What sound?” questioned Mike. An arrhythmic tapping, like a malfunctioning heart, emanated from a nearby wall. “It’s nothing- my crib.” The deck whispered as Mike shuffled, then dealt each of us a six-card cribbage hand. Not The Sound Of Silence Sporadic knocking refuted the “It’s nothing” conclusion. “There’s something… Continue reading Knock, Knock! Who’s There?
A Few Choice Words By Anita 