Want a ghost story to end out the year? Do you identify with broke somewhat psychic coffee addicts? Then this is the short story for you.
Mondays are not my favorite day of the week but to face one without the benefit of coffee first isn’t something that should ever happen. Unfortunately, to have coffee you have to have money and to have money you have to go to work. I freelance but my job is a dead end. Literally. Lucky for me there is at least one cop out there that doesn’t ask too many questions when I tell him where to find bodies. Sometimes he even brings coffee.