Week 15

Sexual abuse, profanity

Lawson drove the black Suburban, provided by the Bureau, off airport property. Stopped at a red light, he glanced over his shoulder at Michelle and Christine sitting, hands clasped, in the back seat. “Michelle, I thought we would start at the gas station where the police found you. From there, we’ll head back in the...

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Patty Panni
Patty Panni

I'm happily married, retired from a job in the legal profession, and have two 'fur kids' -- a rescue pup named Audrey and an orange tabby named Hobbes. We live in the Memphis, TN area. I'm involved with my local Carnegie Writers Guild, but my passion is for DFW and the lovely writing community Mia has created. It's the absolute best. It has turned me from an intermittent scribbler of words into a dedicated writer with one novel under my belt (almost - still doing final edits), scores of short stories, and a dozen or so poems.

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