How Blue Is My Sapphire?

How Blue Is My Sapphire?

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Complete Thu, Mar 2, 2017<5 mins

bluesapphire davina newstart

*Completed* "All of us live with our past. All of us allow it to shape our future. But some of us know how to shrug the past. I think that is who I am..." This short story played out in the span of 24 hours revolves around Davina Summers, a young mother in 1950 in Saint Petersburg, Florida after which she moves to Orlando in 1952 to run away from her husband, Charles. Author's note - I took part in the Write India Campaign by The Times of India newspaper in 2016. Unfortunately, I wasn't selected as one of the winners. This year, I plan on participating again!

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