THE FROG JOURNAL

The Hope at the Swingset

The Hope at the Swingset Samuel stares at the words forming on the glass for the second time today. He feels chills race up his spine. It causes the hairs at the nape of his neck to stand on end. His heartbeat quickens as he reads the words in the mirror. Meet me at the…

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