Breath on my Neck

*The following is a "dialogue-only" flash fiction work. "Would you stop that?" "What?" "I can feel your breath on my neck." "Do you like it?" "Stop reading over my shoulder." "You didn't answer my question." "Did you know Mrs. Campbell died?" "Nope." "Heart attack, it says." "I see. Why do you read that morbid stuff? … Continue reading Breath on my Neck