Daisy's favorite place in the world was a flower farm next to the town's abattoir (which was also a poultry farm). It was set on a high hill overlooking the town like a cobra rearing its head at a threat.…
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*Incoming Transmission* Hello? Hello? I hope this thing is on. Sorry about the noise. I'll try to be quick. (more…)
Chapter Nine For the next few days, Molly floated about in a detached state like a ghost in a haunted house. She hardly ate nor drank and stayed in bed draped in one of the silk gowns David had bought…
Chapter Eight The moment she laid eyes on him she was smitten. Molly was drawn to David so strongly like he was a magnet and she was a measly piece of iron filing. When he looked at her, or in…
