Flash Fiction Friday – The Perfect Cabin
Just a wee thing for you tonight… The Perfect Cabin I walk down the path, peering past the trees as I go. I search for dark brown logs, doors and window-frames painted blue, like the description said. There are so many cabins here, huddled among the pines. Small, simple ones without a lick of paint, candy-colored fairytale ones covered in Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday – The Perfect Cabin