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Thanks to Charlie Horse 47 and Killdumpster for their sponsorship of this post, via the magic of Patreon. ***Image by Tumisufrom PixabayWho can know what lurks in the hearts of men?Apparently, the Shadow can.Sadly, he's not on speaking terms with me. Not since I pointed out to him that the weed of crime does not bear bitter fruit. That, in fact, it bears no fruit at all, as it's purely metaphorical and has no independently recognised horticultural validity.Sadly, Lamont Cranston takes no subject more seriously than that of gardening and he left in a sulk.And he took his wheelbarrow with him.Fortunately, I'm not going to need him - nor his wheelbarrow - to tell me what lurks in my readers' hearts because, with any luck, they're about to tell me.It can only mean one thing.The jaw-dropping return of the feature in which our visitors get to reveal what's in their hearts.And they do it in the comments section below.Therefore, if you have something to get off your chest, be sure to make use…

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