It’s a squarish room, plain by day, and nothing to speak of. But after dark, when the lamps are lit and the candles positioned, the room takes on an inviting glow, and were you to walk inside from the chill of a wintry evening, throwing off your coat and rubbing your hands together, you’d think […]

via THE GHOSTS — BARRY LEE THOMPSON

A recently posted piece of very short fiction from Barry’s blog.