Enderly, Come by Ruth Andrews
Enderly, Come ~The Church Secretary~ Her Indulgency ran from five in the morning to...
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Read MoreI Am Not Lazy “Hey, Mom, where did you find that?” Jennifer pointed to a framed piece of...
Read MoreBetween the Trees The car slowed and then abruptly lurched to a stop as if the driver tried...
Read MoreCampfire Stories I asked him to tell me ghost stories, haunted tales with so much falsity...
Read MoreDetasseling My first summer in the corn, Greg Schneider crushed his leg in a combine at a...
Read MoreSwarmers We drift, snowflakes and stars, never melting, forever burning, the scent of...
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