Snarling quill
It's the other way around; the quill snarls at me if I don't pick it up
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Short stories - Walking away series #7
Walking away from the shaking, bleeding body of her would be rapist, she thanked her dad and the black belt she had earned through years of practice.
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