Next time, Shirley will remember there are better ways to dodge an unwanted advance than kissing a random stranger.
Escaping the party turns out to be only the beginning of Shirley’s woes. Curses aren’t supposed to be real, but after the going keeps getting tougher, she’s at real risk of becoming a believer in the things that go bump in the night.
The tricks should’ve ended in October, but her November is looking to be one hell of a wild ride.
Bernadette Franklin is a figment of imagination owned and operated by two cats, a few plants, and a human.