Pomfret walked slowly up the path to his front door, clicked his key in the lock and stepped into the warmth of his own hallway. For a moment he stood there in the semi-darkness, breathing hard, tilting his head, smelling the old familiar smells and wondering at himself for the thing he was about to do. <br /> <br />Read the full story here: https://www.talesofmurder.com/short-stories/parting-gift/ <br /> <br />Visit us for more stories: www.talesofmurder.com
