He Did Not Leave Us Orphans

I snuggled closer into Great Granny Adams’ ample bosom, the smell of her body powder tickling my nose. My gaze searched the church sanctuary. So big. Mama’s coppery hair glistened just above the piano lid. I leaned toward Granny Kirksey, my hand swiping the polished dark wood of the pew, and wiggled to her outstretched arms. […]

Signed with Diana L. Flegal, Hartline Literary Agency

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