Margaret Brennan
Bio
I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
Stories (596)
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SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME - ch 5
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 5 Mo deas ^ ^ Brian laughed as he stood to grab his daughter from flying around the room and into a huge hug. “Where’s my ‘welcome home, daddy’ kiss? With everything that’s been going on, I didn’t get one before.”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 4 Mo deas ^ ^ Morena rarely met her husband at the door when he came home from work. He knew her habit. If she wasn’t at the hospital where she worked as a nurse, she’d be in the kitchen whipping up a delicious dinner. Seeing the van from the animal hospital parked in front of his house caused him to hurry inside a bit faster. Morena met him at the door.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME ch 2
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME – ch 2 Mo deas ^ ^ “I feel like that old story book rhyme about Mary and her lamb!” Mia said proudly as she turned her head to look at her little white friend. “Mo deas follows me everywhere, well, except when I’m in the bathroom. But even then, she’ll lie on the floor and wait for me to come out. It’s really strange. She seems to know when I need her even before I do.”
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME ch1. Top Story - August 2024.
SHE FOLLOWED ME HOME Mo deas ^ ^ Mia was eight years old and on her way home from school. As per normal, she walked with four of her friends. Each lived within a few houses of each other and enjoyed each other's company. The five were solid friends and did as much as possible together. There was never a defined "leader" of their little pack but for a reason Mia didn't understand, her friends always followed her suggestions. "How about if we drop our books at home, then walk to the soda shop. I'd love a cherry coke." Without hesitation, they'd all agree.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Chapters
YOU'VE LOST THAT LOVING FEELING - ch 3
YOU’VE LOST THAT LOVING FEELING – chapter three What are sisters for? =^^=^^=^^= When the men reached their table, Marcus looked at Chloe said, “Claire, you’re looking just as lovely as you did the other night. I regret not being able to drive you home.”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
