PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
The raven-haired woman shivered inside her cloak and gazed at the house she had never expected to enter again.
She set her jaw in resignation and pushed. The banshee squeal of the hinges sent chills all the way down to the toes of her hiking boots.
She straightened the bundle strapped to her chest, “Come baby. Let’s introduce you to your grandmother. Maybe she’ll give us some tea to warm our bones before she sends us packing. Damn your father for leaving us.”
The heavy door creaked open at her knock.
“Maggie? Thank God, you’ve finally come. She’s nearly gone.”
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