Lila Bennett
It was a dark and stormy night…So begins many a satire oriented opening line for a mystery short story. Hadn’t thought of this being a mystery, but in a way it might appear like one to some. Even to myself, until it became clear to me what had actually happened.
The rain and lightning and thunder was intense. I was sitting cross-legged on my bed, three windows lined up to my right, about a foot and...