Category: short story

  • The Old Man from Number Twenty-Eight | Short Story

    The Old Man from Number Twenty-Eight | Short Story

    A persistent knock came mid- morning, raspy on my metal front door. “I don’t want any!” I yelled from my rumpled bed. “Police. Open Up.” I look out the window. It’s the Boys in Blue, alright. I hope I didn’t do something stupid last night because I have one hellacious hangover! “Sir, is this your…