This is entry 30 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch The hammer breathed in Snatch’s grip; it swayed back and forth and threatened to drop down onto Laura’s head at any second. The bright flashlight beam stayed focused on Snatch’s face, and the officer holding that flashlight continued barking orders. His words could have been in a different language. Snatch didn’t hear them. He focused on Read More...
It’s almost time for the last issue of A Man Called Edgar Snatch to be released. I plan to post the last installment of the current series within a few days, to wrap up the story of Edgar Snatch. The final installment will answer a few questions, and pose a few more.
This is entry 29 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch The tree line loomed ahead as Snatch stumbled forward, on his way to the wonderful woods. The trees called to him as he felt the heat of the flaming farmhouse behind him. The flickering fire danced and threw wicked shadows against the dark tree line, shapes that Snatch thought he could see the Reaper and the Read More...
This is entry 28 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch I killed Mother. Snatch’s words ran through his head as he spoke them. They seemed unreal, twisted, warped, surreal. He gagged and fought back the rush of acid up his throat. His tongue convulsed in his mouth. “No,” he said, turning to look at the Reaper in his old farmer guise. “It’s not possible.”