HL Pic Series: 2-Mavis

Mavis sat alone in her rocking chair, wrapped in an old frayed shawl with a dirty afghan across her lap. She stared at the dusty television that no longer worked, and wondered if anyone would knock on her door today. The postman used to knock everyday, handing her mail with a cheerful smile and aContinue reading “HL Pic Series: 2-Mavis”