“Any you guys want to pray a bit, we got some time.” It was not a whisper, but the gruff voice was no louder than one. I looked around to see if one of the neighbors had a window open, and I was getting some Sunday afternoon movie. Kneeling in the garden, IContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Garden Gate”
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