by Alex Christopher | Jan 10, 2019 | From Alex
It was the day after a cracker of a storm that started with a pooling wind, cooling; that took not half an hour to ribbon through the heat she felt on her walk home. From city through park, past the resting race track, along the maroon and dark green terraces, up the...
by Alex Christopher | Sep 9, 2018 | Member's Musings
By Sofia Fortunato – Seaside Writing guide “I don’t remember,” she kept saying. “Give me my handbag!” she demanded. She held it — dark fabric and not too big — and tried to open it but her hands were too shaky. “Grandma, Do you need...
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