Short Story: River Stone Love

My eyes first fell upon her when she was walking home from school. Her brown hair was swaying in the autumn breeze. Her brother held on to her hand tight. I sensed the protectiveness beating off him, like Honeysuckle drifting in the air. I knew then; she was special. [Read More]

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