Dying Breath by Helen Phifer
The woman’s face was pale and waxy. Her milky, partially open eyes stared into the distance. There were drag marks in the grass; she’d been placed here and posed. Who did…
Five Photos … with Helen Phifer
I'm really pleased, today, to welcome the lovely Helen Phifer to the blog. Helen is, like me, a member of The Write Romantics, and, in spite of the fact that…