‘Hark’ the vile creature spat through yellowed teeth,  treachery dripped in steady trickle from his asinine tongue.  ‘We're out of milk’ he cried, ‘we're out of milk’ he lied. But I knew of his stash, swaddled in deception and hidden within a tomato sauce bottle near the back of the fridge. The contents of … Continue reading A Note Left On My Fridge. →