PHOTO PROMPT © Jellico’s Stationhouse “Try it now,” she said, wiping a droplet of sweat from her forehead. Her hand left a black smear of grease. Head down, he worked the pedals, pushing hard against the resistance. A spark. Was it his imagination? No, it was growing, blossoming into radiance. “It’s ON!” he cried. “It’s … Continue reading Fiction Friday
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