It was late August, time of the summer burn.
And the Tumblebug Man had come to town.
This is a short story for fans of small town folk horror, and coming of age yarns.
Guaranteed to chill.
Steve Vernon is a storyteller. The man was born with a campfire burning at his feet. The word "boring" does not exist in this man's vocabulary - unless he's maybe talking about termites or ice augers. That's all that Steve Vernon will say about himself - on account of Steve Vernon abso-freaking HATES talking about himself in the third person. But I'll tell you what. If you LIKED the book that you just read drop me a Tweet on Twitter - @StephenVernon - and yes, old farts like me know how to twitter - and throw in a link to the Kobo version - and I'd be truly grateful. Reviews are ALWAYS appreciated - but I know that not all of you folks are into writing big long funky old reviews - so shout the book out just any way that you can - because I can use ALL the help I can get.
