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Cherry

Craven Danger on the Run- Part One

Craven Danger dodged one bullet. Than another. He ducked into a dark alley, turned on his heels and fired his weapon. Click! Click! Click!

Small Tales for the Hurried - Number Four

The pea was as big as a house. It had rolled down the hill and came to a stop at William’s front door. “Where do you suppose it came from?” said his friend Henry.
Cherry

Small Tales for the Hurried - Number 3

She stood at the open coffin and stared. After a few moments she asked the mortician if she could have some time alone with the deceased. “By all means,” he said.

Small Tales for the Hurried - Number Two

He tried to stay focused. He had the girl in the red polka-dot dress in his sights. She was on the other side of the street, dancing alone to an unknown tune.

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