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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SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME ch 8
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 8 Mo deas ^ ^ Mia dreamed the hours away as she sat by the window and watched the storm. Unlike many a young child, she wasn’t afraid. The loud rumble of thunder and bright flash of lightning mesmerized her.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME - ch 7
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 7 Mo deas ^ ^ “As I was saying, The day began lovely enough. It was a warm and sunny spring day in the middle of April when I decided to walk into town. Summer Soltice was around the corner and Wicklow had already planned their annual celebration. I was sixteen and decided I wanted to make a new dress to wear. After all, I was all about to impress Ruari.”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME - ch 6
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 6 Mo deas ^ ^ “We look like tourists! I can’t believe my Aunt Finola would actually expect two families to just pick up their lives and race to Ireland – while hoping we’d decide to stay! I realize she’s probably in her, well, if not in her early seventies, darn close to it.!”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME - ch 5
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 5 Mo deas ^ ^ Brian laughed as he stood to grab his daughter from flying around the room and into a huge hug. “Where’s my ‘welcome home, daddy’ kiss? With everything that’s been going on, I didn’t get one before.”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 4 Mo deas ^ ^ Morena rarely met her husband at the door when he came home from work. He knew her habit. If she wasn’t at the hospital where she worked as a nurse, she’d be in the kitchen whipping up a delicious dinner. Seeing the van from the animal hospital parked in front of his house caused him to hurry inside a bit faster. Morena met him at the door.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME ch 2
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 2 Mo deas ^ ^ “I feel like that old story book rhyme about Mary and her lamb!” Mia said proudly as she turned her head to look at her little white friend. “Mo deas follows me everywhere, well, except when I’m in the bathroom. But even then, she’ll lie on the floor and wait for me to come out. It’s really strange. She seems to know when I need her even before I do.”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
