Gloomy Wednesday: Ella’s Turn

The Old Dam went off to bed that night, leaving her nephew Mordecai to sleep it off on the floor of her study. She cackled to herself as she pulled the covers up tight to her chin and drifted off to sleep, imagining her nephew waking in the morning to discover his ruination.

She awoke several hours later to the shrieking of the fire alarm. The Old Dam stumbled from her bed, confused and frightened by the noise. Smoke rolled from beneath the bedroom door and the doorknob was hot when she tried to turn it. Continue reading

Gloomy Wednesday: Ella’s Turn

Sometimes, when life seems darkest, that is when the sun finally appears.

When last we saw Cousin Mordecai he had fallen into an open grave, trapped, alone in the dark and frightened. His future looked bleak—and brief. Who could have predicted that just moments later his own personal sun would appear? Continue reading