A Wild Imagination
Fiction Column by Rachelle Rea

She never had been much for doughnuts. Sophie much preferred any kind of delectable chocolate confection to the light-as-air, glazed creations. Still, it irked her to come downstairs that morning and find that the last doughnut had disappeared from the package. Sophie muttered to herself something about how her husband must have had quite the midnight snack.
Still grumbling, Sophie rummaged through the cupboard. Snagging a granola bar, she gave a little yelp when she glanced at the clock. In ten minutes, she had consumed the bar, brushed her teeth and her hair, and donned her shoes. Continue
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