Grandma, an observer, murmured the spell.
Melinda, on stage; grinned, “chrysanthemum, c.h.r.y.s.a.n.t.h.e.m.u.m.“
tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
A place filled with mostly unfinished stories. Begun primarily as a direct result of my association with the OC Writer's Guild
tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice 