twiction 9

Iris climbed as high as she could. The branches bent down to help.She didn’t see the stranger until he was just below on the road.

Published by Leigh-Anne Fraser

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

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