what happens when you go get coffee


As I’m tearing through the first write of a new short story, Dream Mouse I head to the kitchen for  a cup of coffee (sadly, it’s really too early for wine)….. Thanks Jasmine,  I was sitting there.  It’s ok, Mom, you can move. I moved. It’s the Borzoi  mama’s legacy in her that let’s me know I am her servant. Always.


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