Linda Maye Adams

Daily Archives: November 7th, 2017

Writing in Public, Story 6, Scene 17

17 It was like time had gone into slow motion.  Brian reached across the front seat.  His fingers fumbled at the lock. He might have said something. Shimmering light drew Nikki’s gaze.  Like a rainbow that had been scrunched. Light shot from her house, and the other six houses, seven beams that intersected in the …

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