From the Hills to the City
(sometimes life just flows)
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