My Winning Piece!

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At the end of May I had the privilege of being named winner for the Writers to Writers Challenge! Read my story here and follow the #writerstowriterschallenge on Instagram for more amazing entries!













The prompt was: reveal in the last sentence that one of the characters does not exist physically. 



























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