6-minute Stories
"Fool's Hill" by Caroline Kane Kenna
We were trying out young adulthood, but there were rules.What I recall is moonlight through a picture window until we heard his door open, Marshalls deep, slow Tennessee twang.
We were trying out young adulthood, but there were rules.What I recall is moonlight through a picture window until we heard his door open, Marshalls deep, slow Tennessee twang.