Sandra had mentioned to Jason she dreamed of being the amateur sleuth to solve the mystery.
He never intended for her to believe the museum was haunted, but that was her conclusion nonetheless.
Long before they tried skipping class and smoking on campus, Jamison was one of them.
Though she had only worked for this tycoonness for a few weeks, Cathy knew not to accept the services meant for the owners.
Cliff didn’t speak until he was four years old.
The number snapped Betty to that night fifty years ago.
John wants three words to make into a story about grass…
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up based on a photo prompt. The Challenge – write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle, and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) The Key – make every word count. Up to the challenge? Join in! In the first days after our plane…