Need A Miracle
I was at a stoplight when I noticed the one-armed man. His nose and cheekbones were prominent – sharp; the fleshiness of his cheeks had dried and creased
I was at a stoplight when I noticed the one-armed man. His nose and cheekbones were prominent – sharp; the fleshiness of his cheeks had dried and creased
Annalise glided through the door, straight to the jukebox. Chose a song with harmonica that brought her back to Georgia. Hide and seek in Grandma Jean’s backyard