I don't own an iPod. And thanks for reminding me.
55 Fiction Friday: it's short and unpredictable, much like toddler roulette.
The psychic’s words were unmistakable; indeed, she insisted on writing them down. So he cooked at home, ate alone, and opened all bottles of wine himself.
"Someone close to you will soon find a way to poison you." Soon. She couldn’t predict exactly how long it would take for his fingers to absorb the ink.