Clean Slate – Friday Fictioneers

Clean Slate Freya looked past the fence into the mist, her eyes piercing into darkness. "It's too thick, Freya. We're too late," Eli turned around. "You must free your mind, Eli. Let it go," Freya said, tilting her head. He heard the soft-spoken wisdom of their mother. She gathered the fog in a circular motioning … Continue reading Clean Slate – Friday Fictioneers