Short Story Sunday: Rescue
Carving pumpkins was always a joy to and something Mehitabel looked forward to each year. As she carved, she listened … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Rescue
Carving pumpkins was always a joy to and something Mehitabel looked forward to each year. As she carved, she listened … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Rescue
Last night He sat on the fence Watching as coyotes passed Knowing they could eat him Knowing they could eat … Continue reading Knowing they could eat you…