by PJColando | Nov 5, 2020 | Uncategorized
By the time she’d made her way to Booth #1, Grace’s legs felt as if she’d slogged twenty-four miles. Her heart had met its test of endurance—so far. “It’s a goldang mess,” Ferguson muttered to no one in particular, though Grace overheard his remark. There wasn’t a...
by PJColando | Nov 3, 2020 | Uncategorized
Grace turned off the water tap after she’d effectively soaped both palms. The Camp Fire was 100% disaster and fury—marching across Butte County, CA as if lit by Sherman in his scorched earth policy that helped to end the Civil War—so she focused on the small. After...
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