Bonnie Bowerman
Joined February 2024
40 stories
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Just a curious soul with a crayon, at the beginning of my writing journey. There were many absorbing detours along the way.
I am so happy, I stumbled upon this community. The depth of talent here, takes my breath away!
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Ghost Bride
Sammy looked at the candle that was flickering in the small dark room. It cast a golden sheen on the dead boy’s face. The two of them were quite alone. She could see the beginning of a beard on his chin, which would never mature into anything, beyond a bit of dark scruff. He had been almost eighteen when he died of fever. His name was Chol Son. He laid there quite dead and strangely handsome - in a beautiful black suit, white shirt, and black silk tie – the best that money could buy.
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Fiction
