twiction 8

The door had fallen off the hinges. The green paint was faded and peeling. “Are you sure you want to go inside?” she whispered.

Published by Leigh-Anne Fraser

writer, poet, photographer, artist, illustrator, knitter,friend and fine pancake flipper View more posts

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