The Importance of a Strawberry Tart, Part III
Smoke filled the room. It was almost enough to nullify the ghastly odor of the raccoon. Almost. Georgia rubbed her eyes, trying to lessen the sting. “Eudora?”
“Georgia! Oh, thank heavens!”
Georgia lifted her skirts, stepping carefully through the cloud of hickory smoke, lest she step on George and squash the other side of his face. Her stomach twisted at the thought of that milky white eye exploding beneath the weight of her buckled shoe
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2 comments:
Thats some skilled writing
Thanks! Glad you liked it! It's not easy following Natalie and Valerie. Especially without knowing where either of them was headed! But that's the fun part!
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