The Tattler

The Tattler by Mac Bowers

Alice woke up with dirt under her fingernails and the Tattler sitting crisscross on the edge of her pillow. Alice blinked twice. She wasn’t hallucinating. She and the Tattler looked each other up and down, but Alice’s eyes didn’t have far to roam; the Tattler was a generous two inches when standing, but sitting knocked… Read more The Tattler