Emerson's hands shook so hard, it was difficult
to move the slide lock. When the door opened, she quickly ran down the back
steps and through the weeds in the yard. She slipped through a crack in the
back gate and ran as fast as she could down the alley. Turning right onto a
side street, she picked up her pace. Nothing was more important than putting
distance between dying and living.
Monday, December 13, 2021
An Excerpt from Blackthorne Cove
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...you have a wonderful way with words.
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ReplyDeleteI really appreciate Hawks, we have them here and they are awesome at cleaning up the roads.
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