Beth swept snow from the top of the last box and threw herself onto a chair. She was immediately sorry she’d done this: her soaking wet gloves and sodden stocking cap were right under her. It didn’t really matter. The last of the snow was disappearing into her coat, turned into ice water toContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: The Christmas Clown”
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