HL Pic Series: 9-Sheila

Sheila grasped her sweater around her shoulders and her stomach grumbled as she stared out past the dock. Randy was not home on time again. The crab legs she made for dinner were already cold. Good thing I snuck a couple while I was cooking. The wind was picking up and the light was disappearingContinue reading “HL Pic Series: 9-Sheila”