Mythical beings Stories

It was a day like any other day as Quinn McLaren grabbed the sheets down from the line where they’d been hanging in the bright summer sun to dry. Taking them inside to make up the bed again, she sighed. She wished that Sean would come home soon. The bed was lonely without him in it. But her husband was a fisherman by trade, and in recent months, the catch had been slim pickings. So, he’d gone off with some of the other me...