“Ian, I’ve always loved the coast of Brittany,” she said as the sailed along in their boat. There was no wind at that time. They
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Going Home
She knew she was lost. She had wanted to tour Scotland and she had finally made it at 57. She had seen this interesting sign
Jumping Into the Fire
“Kid, get out of the way,” Rafe yelled. “You’re going to be in the line of fire.” The police department was chasing a criminal who
Garden Party
“Dah-ling,” Veronica bellowed, as Beatrice walked into the rooftop garden above her penthouse apartment. “Is Constance with you?” “There she is! Oh, Constance, love. Come
The Firefly
Petra, the pixie fairy flying ahead of the others, saw it first. The glow in the grass. “Decla,” she called to another pixie. “Do you
The Write Scribe 