I couldn't send the cake by post. It had taken me too long, a whole seven hours of my day. My work of art, for my artist. I left it on his porch, and realized as I did that I hadn't been to his house since we'd started writing in January.
For three weeks, I didn't hear anything. Then one day mid-March I came home, and there it was: a huge package on my porch, blocking my door, wrapped in brown paper I tore away to unveil Daphne and Apollo at the mercy of Eros. My very own Vasko original.
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The Delilah 100
Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if you loved a killer? What would it take for you to get to a place of acceptance? You're meeting Richard week by week, but first, meet his Muse. Explore our ill-fated heroine in The Delilah 100: 100 words, 100 stories, 100 days. A...
