Jay Nostin Writes!


Jay Nostin writes

Emma was not happy. Mr Eliot had ignored all of her blandishments; and her entreaties. He had, if it were known, left her hopes in tatters and her dreams in a state of abeyance.
She walked the length of the sitting room, turned, and walked back again – not for the first, and definitely not for the last time.

“Oh, what am I to do?” Emma asked, rhetorically. No one answered.
“I am sorely mistreated in this affair.” A statement which also received no comment.
“If only there was a way for me to interfere with people’s lives and get it right. I wish that it was so.”

Emma clicked her ruby shoes together and was transported to Kansas – and she certainly wasn’t expecting that.


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