Cold Case In Ellyson

I had shoes, but I didn’t often wear them, especially in the summer. Living on a stretch of bay beach, there was little need. But at a young age, I realized how calloused and tough they were when I realized I had just walked across a smoldering fire where dad was burning some leaves. I didn’t feel a thing. It was idyllic, growing up where I did. Neighbors were few and fish plentiful. Although I had my share of baby dolls and the requisite Easy Bake Oven, most days I lazed in the grass or water trying to catch whatever creature I could. I knew how to make a crab go to sleep and how long a firefly would last in a jar before I needed to set him free. That is growing up south. Kathleen, the protagonist in Cold Case in Ellyson grows up south too. I can only write that which I know.