“Do you remember,” Kate said - apropos of nothing one night - “when we used to act out stories on the lawn?” Elaine shifted from where she was sprawled on the bed. “What?” “On the lawn,” Kate repeated, “stories. Queen and knight.” After a pause, Elaine sighed wistfully. “Our youthful exploits in theatrics. I was… Continue reading Short Fiction | A Most True Love
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