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RE: The Steemhouse Fiction Trail
Years from now, I’ll look back at this comment and smile. “I was there when the SFT started.” Boy, that’ll be one hell of a story to tell. Projects like this will shape the future of publishing.
Jean, I still love your story prompt and want to see the rest of the story (please tell me you're writing it):
When I got home, I was greeted by a banquet of apple slices and dead pigeons carefully laid upon my table.
“I made this for you,” said the stranger in the corner.
He was young. He was small. He was wearing my clothes. He smelled of sea salt and charcoal.