Flash Fiction: Plucking at Her Heart

Friday Fictioneers - February 21, 2018 - Photo by Maria Gail Plucking at Her Heart "Does he love me? Does he love me not?" Sandy whispered as she ceremonially plucked petals from the flower. Now that she was in her thirties, it seemed silly to be picking flowers to seek the answers she so desired.... Continue Reading →

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