I was driving home from my writing retreat in August, listening to this song…
Bonfires and summertime
Back porch nights in South Carolina
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“You gotta help me.”
Summer tilted her head at – she was pretty sure she knew his name. Brad? Chad?
Tad!
“I have to help you? Really?”
“You gotta help me! Look.” He lowered his voice to a whisper that probably couldn’t be heard in the next county over. “I know you do the hoodoo.” Continue reading