Five Finger Death Touch – Mrs. Jones in Action:

*** “Joseph, stand up and tell us about 1812.” Joseph sat to my right, two rows over. At the sound of his name, he slumped over as if he had a heart attack. “OOhs” and “uh-ohs” filled the room. As he stood, I could see his hands trembling. His brown hair covered his eyes but…

Five Finger Death Touch – Mrs. Jones Returns:

This tale comes with a warning: (To better prepare you for what you’re about to read, please search the archive and read the blog titled, Mrs. Jones, before going any further. For those of you who have . . . well, you’re on your own.) And yes, all of it is true. There was a…