Wearily Iris rested her forehead against the mist covered window of the train. She was nearing the shore. Soon she would board the channel boat and be truly on her way to England...on her way to the secret that would be unlocked by the key whose weight she could feel pressed against her breast.
[FIRST] [PREVIOUS] (to be continued...)
[FIRST] [PREVIOUS] (to be continued...)
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I am so sorry this installment is a day late, but you know what train schedules are like.
I am so sorry this installment is a day late, but you know what train schedules are like.
1 comment:
A day late and a damn dollar short.:)
I like where it's going!
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