Short (short) story #2! Angela, my new wife, is halfway down the hallway when she calls over her shoulder, “Can you close up the drawers?” “Of course.” The antique writing desk just came to us at the passing of Angela’s grandmother, whom she affectionately called Gran—the grandmother, not the desk. Though we spent the pastContinue reading “The Hidden Letter”
Breathing a little hope into a world that is hurting and broken.
Brittany Stonestreet 