Knitting In Willow Creek (eBook, ePUB)
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Minnie Bynum was a sweet elderly woman who lived in a cozy cottage on the outskirts of the small town of Willow Creek. On a bright spring day, she was contentedly knitting a sweater for her beloved grandson, the rhythmic clicking of her needles accompanied by the comforting hum of the television. Suddenly, without warning, everything around her vanished in an instant - the cottage itself, her overstuffed armchair, the knick-knacks adorning the shelves, even the television set.Minnie gasped in shock, the half-finished sweater tumbling from her lap as she looked around in utter bewilderment. "Oh...
Minnie Bynum was a sweet elderly woman who lived in a cozy cottage on the outskirts of the small town of Willow Creek. On a bright spring day, she was contentedly knitting a sweater for her beloved grandson, the rhythmic clicking of her needles accompanied by the comforting hum of the television. Suddenly, without warning, everything around her vanished in an instant - the cottage itself, her overstuffed armchair, the knick-knacks adorning the shelves, even the television set.
Minnie gasped in shock, the half-finished sweater tumbling from her lap as she looked around in utter bewilderment. "Oh my," she exclaimed, her heart pounding. She reached instinctively for the telephone to call for help, but of course it too, had disappeared. Thankfully, her family had recently gifted her a new cell phone for emergencies, and she quickly retrieved it from the pocket of her apron, her fingers trembling as she dialed.
Within minutes, the wail of sirens pierced the air as police cars came screeching around the corner. Minnie stood helplessly leaning against her white picket fence, the only remaining piece of her property. A burly detective named Pete Saunders approached, his brow furrowed as he surveyed the bizarre scene of the completely empty lot.
Minnie gasped in shock, the half-finished sweater tumbling from her lap as she looked around in utter bewilderment. "Oh my," she exclaimed, her heart pounding. She reached instinctively for the telephone to call for help, but of course it too, had disappeared. Thankfully, her family had recently gifted her a new cell phone for emergencies, and she quickly retrieved it from the pocket of her apron, her fingers trembling as she dialed.
Within minutes, the wail of sirens pierced the air as police cars came screeching around the corner. Minnie stood helplessly leaning against her white picket fence, the only remaining piece of her property. A burly detective named Pete Saunders approached, his brow furrowed as he surveyed the bizarre scene of the completely empty lot.
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