Wooly Or Woolly Novels & Stories

But she was seeing it for herself . Later That Day The market was lively with music and trading. Drums echoed from a distant courtyard, and colourful wrappers danced like fire as women twirled them in rhythm. Sandra walked through the stalls with a woven basket on her hip, picking up yams and smoked fish for Arden. She passed a cloth vendor and stopped. A patterned skirt caught her eye. Royal blue with silver embroidery, intricate and elegant. Her breath hitched. She reached out and touched the cloth. Another flash.