The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 23

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 23

Read from the beginning Just as I had never believed in ghosts, monsters or the bogeyman, neither had I ever believed in guardian angels. That was all the stuff of folktales for little children and old ladies. Ringo and me, we were men of the world—at least I aspired...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 22

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 22

Read from the beginning I awoke to breakfast smells wafting in from the kitchen, sauteed onions and garlic, fried potatoes, and smoked meats. Outside there were a surprising number of mushrooms that popped up overnight as if they had somehow noticed our visit and...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 21

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 21

Read from the beginning The letter fell from my hand onto the floor. I gazed at the ceiling for a moment in a state of mild shock. I was already dealing with the enigma of the blue bottle in which the message came with the Saragossa insignia painted on the side. It...