Author: Kristin Leonard
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Going Home
Neither of them knew the time. Rita could feel the heat of the afternoon sun gliding across the back of her neck and figured it must be getting late. She adjusted her hold on the orange cat, and turned away from the porch, towards Sal. “I got him,” she called. Her lips parted into the…
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Jason’s Daddy
The sun was just beginning to push through the clouds that draped over the Greyhound Bus Terminal on the corner of Mission and First in Downtown Los. Angeles when the six o’clock bus screeched to a halt. It was nearly half an hour late when it pulled into Gate 2, and the line of passengers…