by Velma Lee Barber The brown-haired boy waited for her under the towering oak that grew in front of the fifty-two-year-old, three story, brick school. She walked toward him, hugging her books to her breasts, shocked for a moment by the wind’s bite. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and gestured down the…
Month: October 2017
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