Hi, here's my effort.. 69 words, but who's counting...

In the summer heat, the buzzing flies told their own story when I opened the door.

I didn’t need to go any closer to look.

She was rocking forward and back, repeating over and over, “It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t my fault.”

Her dress was torn and her cheek was bruised.

“They’re going to kill me for this.”

“Only if they catch you,” I reassured her. “Let’s go.”

ooooh.. I like the sound of this one

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Welcome. I’m Elyse.

I’m hoping you’re much nicer than your evil relative. ;)

Giggles…. Cruella was just misunderstood.

It’s a beautiful sunny frosty day here in Ireland. Just been for a walk with the dogs and I’d love a cup of coffee to warm me up. I recognise a few faces from other places but hi, I’m Susie. New to here and hoping to publish a story or two soon