Creolia

                                                            Creolia

                                                From the Hills to the City

                                               (sometimes life just flows)

Chapter 1

                                                   The Hills of Black John

It was a cold blistering night. I am all alone,nobody around but the black night hovering over my shoulder.While I lie here on the cold ground wondering why me? This is the third night alone sleeping on this cold ground. It was just a week ago life was perfect. As I lay here in the dark reminiscing of just two weeks ago, what happened momma? 

Book will be available in September

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