Timelines by L’Erin Ogle

I am running. Get ready. This is where the timeline splits. My hair beats about my face and the moon shines down and if this were a movie, there would be the silhouette of a wolf, howling at the moon. Instead, there are only coyotes, slunk low to the ground. In some of these stories, … Continue reading Timelines by L’Erin Ogle