Oh. Em. Gee.
Her scream was silent and she found she couldn’t movie but everything else was familiar.
Despite the parties and the music, April was the one living quietly.
It was going on two years since Bailey had spoken her last word.
I’m going to be making an attempt to post a beginning to a story every day. It’s a little project for me to work on and maybe some of them will become fleshed out stories one day.
This is for me and for you. Let me know which ones you like!