Micro Fiction: The Seeker 03 August 12, 2020 by Elizabeth Drake Emma prayed the box-witch was not part will-o-wisp. That it would lead to her destination rather than death. She gagged on the stench of the place. This “New York City” smelled worse than the foulest bog. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related