Friday Fictioneers – Heard It Through the Grapevine
The light was fading. It was late afternoon, and soon the daylight would turn to evening. Robert stopped what he was doing, wiping his hands on the hand towel, and headed out the back door. Where was Angela? He thought … Continue reading Friday Fictioneers – Heard It Through the Grapevine
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