2 thoughts on “The Clock Strikes 13”

  1. A strange new horror – what could it be, he thought. A clock that struck the hour of thirteen? A dead tree I need to dig out of garden? That continually squeaking loose shutter that is slowly driving me INSANE? No – it was a woman in a pink nightie and fine mink smoking a fag on my front porch – a beautiful woman – oh! Horror of horrors and I only like men!!

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