“When she turned back around, the looming tree grew larger against the dusky sky, like a vicious serpent reaching out its tentacles to grab her. The ancient oak was a sentinel, ready to claim anyone who dared to challenge the… — Lisa B. Thomas Copy Share Image
“One lone survivor. A bottle of red wine, left in the trunk from a previous shopping trip, rolled across the pavement amongst the rubble… — Lisa B. Thomas Copy Share Image
“When she turned back around, the looming tree grew larger against the dusky sky, like a vicious serpent reaching out its tentacles to grab… — Lisa B. Thomas Copy Share Image
