THE SPINNING CIRCLE OF DEATH

He stared at it. It stared back at him. It seemed harmless, a spinning circle. Yet within it he sensed malevolence, an ominous presence, a threat. Was it sneering at him? Laughing at his bad fortune? How long would the stand-off last? He'd been through the anger and rage, his crushed coffee cup was evidence … Continue reading THE SPINNING CIRCLE OF DEATH