The Sewing Machine: And Scissors

A howl rose up behind me and I turned to see the scissors standing upright in my sister’s foot. Don’t know how it happened. I was nowhere near her, and I didn’t know it then, but that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship… click here to read more.

Good morning every one.

My story, The Sewing Machine: And Scissors, has been published on Vocal and the more people who read it, the more I get paid. So, stop by for a gitzysee, and I hope you enjoy the story.

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