Love lost, love rekindled
So true to my own heart i thought as i turned and walked out the foxtail tavern. i walked a short distance into the dark before turning around. "good bye andrea.
Presto - Chapter 2
An old...washing machine perhaps, sat by the side fence, nearly overgrown with foxtails and cutgrass. the door opened with a scritch of rubber weather stripping, and the thin muzzle of the fennec peeked out. "yes?"