The Song (III)

There was chill in the air. It bit into her exposed flesh when Bree walked outside to face the music, so to speak. She looked around and noticed that Travis was leaning against the wall a little further down. His head was turned with his eyes focused on her. She walked over to him, tilting…

The Song (III) was originally published on Mae M.G.’s Stories

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