Six year old Anna Garcia grabbed a handful of her mother's pale blue cardigan sweater as she whispered the warning. The angora knit was fuzzy and soft, and she hung on for dear life, bobbing along thirty year old Martha Garcia like the tail on a kite as she stayed fearfully at the dark shape she was sure she could see hiding in the undergrowth beneath the trees that crowded close to the gravel driveway.
Destroyed; Broken Pieces
Urban · Oghale_123
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