This next piece is a short story I wrote and I will present like a series.
Lemon Drops Filled with Muzic and Love
Stacy Cookley
Emotion–filled veils stood transfixed on the figure cautiously riding
by; as she stood with a wonder bread expression dominating every inch
of her body. Her emotionless shadow engulfed the patch of grass where
she had been standing. Everyone looked at her in awe, knowing who she
was and realizing she had not so much as shed a tear, but instead just
stood there in her zombie-like state. The only time her and her
domineering shadow moved is when she trudged away slowly; away from
all the deafening whispers.
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