Friday, September 15, 2006

55 Fiction Friday


Iris fell through the doorway, landing on the door which had given way under her determined efforts. Picking herself up, she tried get her bearings. The vital household she remembered bore little resemblance to the crumbling cottage in which she found herself. Fifteen years of dreaming her way through this house now guided her steps.

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2 comments:

Paperback Writer said...

Ooo!!

samualspade said...

Hurrah!You are back up and running...and doing a bang up job,to boot:-)