I am hopelessly late with this story for Search Engine Stories. I would like to apologise to my fellow writers. I am a SLACKER!!!!! The prompt this week was - I Had A Little Robin. It was tough to come up with something...... Seth rose in the half-dark. His face was gentle in the... Continue Reading →
Little Robin Redbreast.
Pale memories abound at this time of year. One continues to surface, triggered by a red velvet bow on a Christmas present. The same colour as my winter mittens from long ago. My mother knitted them when I was six, the wool soft as the moss at the base of the oaks at the end... Continue Reading →
Selma In The City 
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