S. C. Huddleston
Joined November 2021
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Bio
Storyteller. Husband. Fur Father.
Stories (3/0)
September
September saw him first and nearly missed. She wept tears of joy as she spread her curtains of white and gray to let in the light. She’d been preparing for weeks and would hold the anger from her brothers in the past to warm him until he gained his strength. Her frigid sisters to come would surely shun any weakness and she would not have it, because he was hers. A fog rolled in as she struggled to shut her eyes when the time came, for it seemed to her that something had been overlooked. Something infinitesimal that could take it all away. But her reluctance faded, and she rested well knowing that he’d finally arrived.
By S. C. Huddleston2 years ago in Fiction