Fine Feathered Friend by Sharmayne Riseley

“It’s dead.” I looked at Evie, her hair hanging like gold curling ribbon around her soft face and her round eyes giving her an innocence that sat well on an 8 year old, but I hoped would change before she reached puberty. She hovered around her friend who sat, cross legged on the grass. It...

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Sharmayne Riseley
Sharmayne Riseley
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