April 23, 2026: Fiction by Drew Gummerson

That bastard Lyle, he said, he’s just come and collected the Chevy. Him and two big guys. He and Audrey have apparently contested the will. It wasn’t signed. It wasn’t witnessed. It ain’t worth shit. I’m warning you bro, he’s coming for your balloon.… Continue reading April 23, 2026: Fiction by Drew Gummerson →