Hope is the thing…… A rather gothic short story of 4,319 words.
In the summer of eighteen eighty four, Emily Dickinson had a vision. “I see a great darkness coming.” She fainted while baking in her kitchen, remaining unconscious for hours. Weeks of ill health followed, never properly explained. Until now………..
Enjoy………. Ed June 2017
In the summer of eighteen eighty four, Emily Dickinson had a vision. “I see a great darkness coming.” She fainted while baking in her kitchen, remaining unconscious for hours. Weeks of ill health followed, never properly explained. Until now………..
Enjoy………. Ed June 2017
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