Anna/Rift #writephoto

"Mama, I'm going for a walk." "But, my Dear, Mr. Foster shall be calling on you at precisely three o' clock." Anna stared at her mother.  "Oh, I forgot that he was coming." "You would do well not to slight a man of Mr. Foster's constitution.  I'm sure you're not impervious to his singular affection …

The Candy Bar

Nancy swore that this was the last time she was going to take Kayla to the supermarket.  From the time they walked through the automatic doors the pestering started and continued up and down each aisle.   Sheer will-power, counting to ten and silent prayers kept her temper in check.  Things almost came to a head at …

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