Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
It started with twenty dollars. Not a fortune. Not enough to change anyone’s life, or so Claire Morgan thought. She found the bill folded inside the pocket of an old winter coat she hadn’t worn since the year before. She was standing in the hallway, already late for work, when her fingers brushed against something... Continue Reading →
Every morning on her way to work, Maggie passed the same little blue house at the end of Willow Street. It wasn't particularly remarkable, except for the small wooden table that had recently appeared beside the sidewalk. The first morning, there was a handwritten sign taped to it. “FREE — Please take what you need.”... Continue Reading →
