Following a slow turn of the wheel and a gravelly sigh, the gear shift clicked into “Park” but the engine continued to hum, pumping heat onto her cold feet.
Author: laurel
#830- A Crystalline Moment
The steam off my teacup mirrored tendrils arising from the frozen lake. Dawn was teasingly […]
# 788 – Memlettes from a Silver Tea Set
The kettle shrieked a second time signaling that afternoon “Cream Tea” was but minutes away! […]
