Plain Ol’ Me. Hope That’s Okay.
Plain Ol’ Me. Hope That’s Okay. Mary Christmas waited by the elevators. The door slid open. Phillipe held it for Carol. “Are ye feelin’ better, Carol darlin’?” “Sort of. I’m not hiccuping holograms anymore, but I’m so worried about Sarah.” … Continue readingPlain Ol’ Me. Hope That’s Okay.