book blogger, books, poetry, Uncategorized, writings prologue January 8, 2018December 30, 2017by alliee reads she tried to hold on. she tried to fight it. her baby’s cries pushed her on. she couldn’t stop it. the pain ricocheted; the bullet ploughed on. something trickled down her arm; it pulsed, she bled Red. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
