A WIP,oh yes, she’s begun a WIP and it’s Spring although snow is forecast but who cares. Not me. Here I go with a story dreamed of. It begins in the Florida Keys. No, I’ve never been there. In all the years I lived in Sr.Augustine Beach, I never cared to drive all the way down there.My son, Paul Gordon, did the editing, I’m proud to say.
This time, in my imagination, my heroine is named Vera Mercer born in Grassy Key.The story is titled “The Doll”
In the Florida Keys, Grassy Key by name, two men sat in a small dive one hot afternoon admiring an old picture on the wall.
“Look at that. What a doll.”
“She was really somethin’, right?”
“Oh yeah, You should’ve seen her when she was a kid. She ran away to Nursing College after working for her old man a lot of years. See that guy over there behind the counter, that’s her old man.”
“Ya got that right. He’s a grade A pig, for sure.
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