‘WHIPPOORWILL‘ by R.L.BARTRAM “Cecile Huguette Prejean,” her father’s face had turned a delicate shade of purple, whilst the vein in his brow throbbed visibly. Ceci cringed. All three names at once. It was a bad sign. All she could do was stand there, head down, hands clasped behind her back attempting to conceal her grazed […]
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