Willa Alford
Joined June 2021
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Pocket Hands
Sitra wrapped her arms tightly against her body attempting to shield herself from the brisk night air gusting through the gaping cracks of the worn unkempt planks of the barn which had to be doing little to offer support for its equally dilapidated and fragmented roof.
By Willa Alford5 years ago in Fiction
Was she always her?
By public AirLite it took exactly 42 minutes longer to get to the Geneticist Practitioner across the city than if I had gone to our family geneticist, Doctor Zfar, a couple of blocks away. Having been our family’s Geneticist for three generations, she knew my family intimately, my mom was a close friend helping her open her second practice on the Northside.
By Willa Alford5 years ago in Fiction
