Letting Life Lead
His body collapsed to the sound of piano music playing from a stereo. Jennai’s crimson pot holder sported a smoking bullet hole. Who’d’ve thought a casserole guise would work?
Jennai propped a typed note on the man’s signature, lapel, single lily tinged with human blood: “Test the paintings.”
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
The place where all the things I write live
Writer and procrastinator
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
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Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV