I live alone in a houseboat on the bayou. Something’s been tapping at the hull at night.
It’s been about a month now that Kenny’s been gone. Three weeks and five days to be exact. He left in his pirogue one night just after sunset to go frogging and never came back. Man just up and disappeared like a fart in the wind. Now, it’s just me […]
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