Hot Flash Fiction: Romantic Vignettes
Antoinette swung in a hammock strung precariously close to the ledge of Juniper Canyon, a deep palmed crevice abutting the family estate. She gazed down the valley towards the Tijuana Sloughs, twirling a strand of loopy hair around her finger, while dangling one of her favored Mudd Levy's by a toe. The faded brown and blue plaid she knew derived from Clan Gordon's formal tartan. She knew, too, that the burly blokes supported Wallace, as well as The Bruce, when he finally came...
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