Her family had finally decided she was nuts; they’d viewed the little “hut”, as her father affectionately now called it, with distain. As she watched the truck pull off into the setting sunset she casted her eyes after it and sat heavily on the steps; she’d just begun to question whether perhaps they were right and that she had bitten off more than she could chew when a doe appeared on the edge of the clearing. Curious, it’s head tilted to the side; it eyed her little home and then set off to find its’ mother. She smiled as a sense of peace settled in her spirit, she’d chosen her new home well.
- About Marie
- Poetic State of Mind
- Around the Bend (The Corner Mysteries)
- What’s New Marie?!