Rick McQuiston
Becoming One with the Colors
By Rick McQuiston Mandy stopped dead in her tracks, her long brown hair wavering behind her small shoulders. Glaring at the oddly shaped stain on the sidewalk she thought how it resembled dried blood, but only vaguely. The center of it was reddish in color, gradually sliding into deep purplish amber, and ringed in a [...]
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