Flash Fiction Friday – The Ground Where She Used To Walk
I don’t know quite where this one came from, it just did. Enjoy! The Ground Where She Used To Walk “So…” I say as we step further into the orchard, where the branches of the apple trees are bent low with fruit not quite yet ready for picking. “When are you going to tell Grandmother?” Lia doesn’t answer me right Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday – The Ground Where She Used To Walk