Summer was not her favorite season. She preferred fall and even winter. Here she was, in the dog days of summer, looking at a meadow
Month: August 2018
The Fawn
She watched him when he was a fawn. Come summer, he grew spikes. A young buck. He was unafraid of her. He grew accustomed to
The Prisoner
She doesn’t want them watching her. She has secrets. Secrets that could spell the end of her. She’s tried everything to insure her privacy. She
The Yellow Tent
It was fall. She and her friend were going on a weekend camping trip. They pitched their small, camo-colored pup tent in the woods. Their
Track – #writephoto
As she walked down the long, dark track in the Appalachian forest, she thought of the wild things that used to be so populous here
The Write Scribe 