The Bench

| November 8, 2019


You shouldn’t read other people’s mail (love letters) – you just shouldn’t, right?
But if it’s anonymous, or a secret lover, or a serial stalker… her heart demands that the author be revealed.

What pulses surge through the heart that lays beneath the mundane frocks of the office mouse?
Jenny, whose literary aspirations suffocate in the corner cubicle of a large city publisher, is innocently deluded by a chance trail of love left by a phantom author. The trail of delusion tears at her cloistered life extracting her dreams and when she emerges from her musty chrysalis to confront the author, it costs her, her job and sanity, but releases a far greater power.

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