Margaret Brennan
Bio
I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
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YOU'RE ALL MINE
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 17 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Midnight wanted to jump, run, climb, screech – but held back. She was sure Mia would feel the same but one look at the girls face, had Midnight motionless with wonder “What is going on in her mind? I can’t read it? Is she blocking me? If she is, why? I’m supposed to be her familiar, for heaven’s sake!”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 16
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 16 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ They stopped at the O’Malley house and were eagerly invited inside by Francis’ mother, Evie. “Come on in, Brian. I’ve just put the kettle on. Please sit and I’ll make us tea.” She looked at Mia and remarked, “And is it safe to assume this is your Mia? Brian, she looks ..” and she began to laugh, then continued, “nothing like you. She’s all her ma, now, isn’t she?”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
SANTA'S CHRISTMAS. Top Story - December 2024.
(taking a break from Mia, I thought this might be a fun read) SANTA’S CHRISTMAS ~ unfortunately ~ ++++++++ The children awoke on Christmas morn, And stood in great surprise, As they saw the many presence Heaped there before their eyes.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Poets
YOU'RE ALL MINE - ch 11
YOU’RE ALL MINE - ch 11 (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ Morena waited for Mia to exit the bathroom, then walked to her and said, “Before you argue, I am going to help you down the stairs. Let’s get you settled before your father comes home. There’s no need to have him blow another gasket because you’re limping. And I need to call Aunt Liz.”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
