Dorcas Corey stood on the rough wooden planks of the scaffold, barefoot, wearing the plain sackcloth frock of the damned. The coarse rope of the noose was tight about her neck. She stood on her toes, the tendons of her feet arched, to relieve the tension of the rope. She could feel the rough fibers …
Drowsy Driving
I noticed that David was a bit drowsing off on the wheel. It was to be expected as we had driven for about twelve hours and we still had three to go, in the pitch dark night. I was grateful of him to have taken me outstate for our vacation week, but the long car …