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: Worlds Enough…And Time
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Whenever things get rough, Roxanne escapes to other worlds. She possesses a
talent that no one else believes exists. Except her granddaughter Marissa,
who ...
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