The Man In The Pit

“More wine!” the man in the pit called. “Bring me more wine!” The servants clustered about the edge of the pit scurried around the room, looking for more wine. One, a thin, mustachioed man in a waistcoat, attempted to take charge of the chaos. “Bring him more wine! Bring the prisoner more wine!” he hissed … Continue reading The Man In The Pit



“Rats!” said Ivan Ivanovich. I looked at the floor of the dining room. “Rats,” I agreed. They were crawling everywhere. Swimming in the plum pudding, dipping greasy tails in and out of the punch bowl, gnawing through the rotisserie. Three rats climbed over my right shoe in quick succession. The first two were skinny, the … Continue reading Rats