Iris crept cautiously through the dilapidated cottage, afraid if she allowed herself to breath she might hyperventilate. She'd never been more excited! Not even when she'd first set foot in America only months after the last time she'd been in this house! She found herself looking down a steep staircase into a cold, dark basement.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
55 Fiction Friday
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Hmmmmmm..I feel the need to know more:-)
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