Lucinda Witherspoon Joyner
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Blinded Eyes
“Hello, Satchel.” I stopped swimming as she spoke. I always wondered how Shaunda knew I was there or that it was even me since she was blind. I knew she was expecting me, but I never tell her when I’m coming or know where she’ll be when I get here. It’s a good thing I had on shorts this time. I’ve ruined a couple of outfits fooling with her and this pool.
By Lucinda Witherspoon Joyner3 years ago in Fiction
What's Not Gone
Evan carefully tips into the room so as to not disturb the sleeping figure in the bed or upset the glass of juice, plate of scrambled eggs with bacon, and vase with a single yellow sunflower on the tray he’s carrying. He places the tray on a bedside table and tries to tip out again, but stumbles on the braided rug.
By Lucinda Witherspoon Joyner4 years ago in Fiction
