I knew it had to be John. It was glaring. I like how you used the prompt and how the story ended in smiles. Sometimes, what we need is right before us but we just do not see it. It takes a little push.
I knew it had to be John. It was glaring. I like how you used the prompt and how the story ended in smiles. Sometimes, what we need is right before us but we just do not see it. It takes a little push.
RE: The ink well fiction #52. The Signature.