He held up the tree branches for her as she followed him along the creek.
As they reached the cave, and the sight of her startled everyone inside, she flinched at the whisper of a once-loved scent.
“The government doesn’t know it.” He smirked at her. “But we’ve got books!”
Chelsea Allen wrote this story.
Clever.
Thank you
Wow..love this.
It’s actually the last word that decides the genre! Well done!
Thanks so much!