Fat Moons and Dead Foliage

The impatient, fat moon pierced the trees and illuminated the frosty ground. At the sound of a cracking limb, Leona spun on her heels and faced the beast. Clouds of hot breath puffed into the chilly air from its snarling snout. It paced back and forth over the dead foliage. –The Good Shepherd, D. Marie […]
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Published on November 19, 2018 10:28
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