He continued to explore the choked courtyard. Peeling away some thicket, he discovered a cast stone statue in one of the garden beds. It was an angel, chipped in various areas and struggling to make its presence known from behind overgrown wildflowers still trying to cling to life. The angel’s carved eyes peered back at him, bringing forth a memory which sits in a closet in his mind – behind a door he rarely opens.
FRIDAY FICTION: Memories (344 Words)
Raelyn Pracht 
Beautiful. When will you publish?
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Having a hard time finding the time to work on this, but hopefully I can send it to publishers the beginning of next year
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