May 16, 2017

It was blatantly obvious, now that she thought of it.

Eleanor had gazed in awe at the way the auburn leaves floated to the ground and disappeared. She had loved the way that the trees had climbed high enough for E...

February 27, 2017

~Everybody in the small, summery town of BirdWhistle knew the MacQuoids. At least, they knew who they were allowed to know.

They knew Carol MacQuoid, with her glossy, chestnut perm. They knew Chester MacQuoid, the...

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