Bethany grabbed her purse, the picture of her four children, and the small box of confetti containing her shredded, many-times rejected work. Continue reading
Picnic
When Good Bears Go Bad
Smokey sighed and sniffed the shirt front and wide-brimmed hat of the abandoned Park Ranger uniform. It had been dropped near the scenic overview, next to the Michigan-plated Lexus. Betsy likely hadn’t even noticed that her guide had paws, not hands and feet.