Short Story by Kendra Lindemann

Okay By Kendra Lindemann Grass smells different in the morning than in the afternoon.  Alexandra lay with her back to the sun and her feet flipped up, the slight flare to her jeans catching on the wind.  Before her was a necklace and the warm, vaguely damp grass.  She played the necklace over in her …

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