They weren’t real people. They were perfect inspiration.
It had to be my Lora.
“Adelaide get over here!” He whisper-shouted across the backyard. She exhaled, releasing the arrow with the breath. “Daaad,” she said, turning as the arrow sailed past its mark and stuck into the back of the neighbor’s shed. “Do you have to do that?” She tossed the bow to him, dropping the quiver at his feet.Continue reading “Reclamation vol 2”