Jane Doe was eating clover back by the fire pit several evenings in a row. Even odder, she was by herself when she came to nibble on the blooming white flowers. I don't know if her fawn was hidden back in the brush by the property line. I hope they are somewhere safe.
Free Fiction Monday: The Silence
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Homicide Detective Spencer Gray knows he should feel grateful for the lack
of work due to The Silence—two weeks without a murder in Manhattan. But he
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