A soft brush against my cheek triggers a whisper, and the golden-brown leaves fall about the yard, covering even the green of the grass, covering even our bodies. I've been reading the tea leaves as our fingers interlace, and her face changes from pale to red, but she isn't angry, and I haven't said anything to make her cry, at least not this time. She fit her body in mine and let out an exasperated sigh.
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Dusting Off Dreams
RomanceHannah's grandmother passed away, and while boxing her belongings in the attic, she notices a journal about her grandmother's life and her short stories. Hannah realizes her grandmother understood what she was going through. Margo feels horrible for...
