April hoisted the printout of her first novel off the counter of the Office Supply Store.
“Maybe you’d like a box for that?” suggested employee Office Max. “Don’t think I have a bag strong enough!” Continue reading
April hoisted the printout of her first novel off the counter of the Office Supply Store.
“Maybe you’d like a box for that?” suggested employee Office Max. “Don’t think I have a bag strong enough!” Continue reading
The yard was covered, leaves bright yellow, and wet from last night’s rain. Randall shook his head, tipped his cap to scratch his balding pate, and looked up to the sky. No help there. Rainclouds fisted up again overhead. Continue reading
Lori always had the right answer.
Mavis counted on it: No decision, no responsibility.
Mavis lifted a brow. “Do we let ‘em in the boat?” Continue reading
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