The Geese are Getting Fat

The Geese are Getting Fat Rev gently pushed down the sneck. The latch released, and the door opened on to the cobbled path leading to Nan Nelson’s back door. She was home. We could see the flickering gas light through the frayed living room curtains. We silently made our way down the pitch-black... Sign in to see full entry.

<> The tent appeared as if by magic overnight. It was obvious from the rectangular shape and the small dimensions that it was not a circus tent and the county fair was not scheduled for several months so what could it be? Wild rumors circulated, rumors fuelled by the posting of a huge banner over... Sign in to see full entry.