The Undead Have No Dignity - gutwrench.
By Jessica Nettles Lily stood at the weathered wooden door of what had been Marvis-Dorna funeral parlor back in the day. She smoothed the skirt of her black dress and adjusted her hat and veil with her gloved hands. The dress was uncomfortable and hot, not one you’d wear on a late spring afternoon in … Continue reading The Undead Have No Dignity →