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Dead Ringer, a short story written by Dawn DeBraal at Spillwords.com

Dead Ringer

Dawn DeBraalFebruary 20, 2019

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Dead Ringer

written by: Dawn DeBraal

Mila looked over many items on the shelf when she came across the bell collection. Hundreds of unique little bells from all over the world rested side by side. “Grand Ole’ Opry Land”, “Glacier National Park”, “Paris”, “Germany.” The life collection of a woman who was probably deceased. The new owner of her home couldn’t wait to ditch the clutter. Mila could feel the joy of the woman receiving each gift bell from those she loved when she could no longer travel. Once treasured, the dusty collection sat on a shelf in a second-hand store neglected. Mila bought them all.

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Dawn DeBraal

NOVEMBER 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

Dawn DeBraal lives in rural Wisconsin with her husband Red, two rat terriers, and a cat. Recently retired, she has discovered the love of telling a good story can be written. Her works have been published in several online magazines and anthologies. She loves writing short stories, poems, and songs.

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