Betty awoke with a jolt, so disoriented by the strangeness of her surroundings that she forgot that her name was no longer Betty, but Tara. The fear ebbed out of Tara’s lined face when she realized the pounding she heard was not someone at the door, but some punk kid’s bass, blaring down the streetsContinue reading “For Your Own Protection”
It's a Beautiful Day for a Story
Robin Jeffrey 