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.
Stories (591)
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YOU'RE ALL MINE
YOU’RE ALL MINE (the magic of Midnight) ^ ^ She felt the warm breath on her cheek. Then the nudge. When that didn’t work, she felt a not-so-gentle push on her shoulder to gain attention. Before she had the chance to respond to either, she heard the loud screech, which was directed too close to her ear.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME - ch 13
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 13 Mo deas ^ ^ Mo deas ran, leaped, and hopped through Mia’s garden, enjoying every second of the warm sunshine and the cool breeze that blew off the river. Yet, Mia noticed that every now and then, Mo deas would stop and sniff the ground, but rarely in the same place.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME - ch 12
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 12 Mo deas ^ ^ Mia’s mother, Morena, had once thought that a few weeks had gone by way too quickly. Now, as she looks at her daughter in her garden, she realizes a few weeks had been nothing. In the blink of an eye, since their move to Ireland, the years seemed to have evaporated.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME - ch 11
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 11 Mo deas ^ ^ A month passed by too quickly for Morena’s liking. She found a part time position in the medical clinic and made herself quite comfortable. Brian, thanks to the local nurseries, found many homeowners looking for a landscaper, especially one like Brian with innovative ideas on how to improve the looks of their front and backyards.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
