Untitled Short Story #2

“Hooter, come in! Do you read me? Over.” Letting out a sigh, Hooter shook his feathers, much in the manner of a human sharply tugging on a jacket to straighten it, before using one of his talons to turn on the earbud he had on. “I read you, Wesley. Over.” “Do you have eyes onContinue reading “Untitled Short Story #2”