George and Franklin stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the flames.
They had to make sure that none of the demons would escape.
Fire.
Purifying.
Send them all back to Hell.
Someday, maybe in a hundred years, this entire new continent would be purged.
Made clean.
The way God intended.
This is a virtual cafe where all ideas are entertained all facts discerned, all topics discussed. And just because the proprietor has a passion for Christ, books, and the Acoustic guitar, that doesn't mean you can't veer wildly off into different subjects. So, come in, have a coffee (imported especially from Verble's finca in El Salvador), and talk about whatever you want.
Saturday, March 4, 2023
Overheard at Table 3: Creativity Stir, Disaster Edition
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