Friday, April 20, 2007

55 Fiction Friday


Jessica sat across from Andrews on the drive back to the manor house. She had little time to make up her mind about who to trust in her father’s household. She realized that the butler would be a goldmine of information. “Mr. Andrews,” she began, “I wonder if I could ask a favor of you…”


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1 comment:

Paperback Writer said...

A favor...