Message in the Bottles – Friday Fictioneers

Light filtered through the bottled patchwork like a stained glass window on a Sunday morning, only it was a Saturday, and Gully's head throbbed so that he could barely lift it. Smoke stung the tops of his eyelids. Gully choked and forced himself to sit. A redhead lay across from him in a singed, pink polka-dotted dress. The … Continue reading Message in the Bottles – Friday Fictioneers