post mortem
Freedom in an empty locked house. She walked over to the guest room. The full length mirror reflected a bit of the mid-morning sunlight through the window. The thud of the towel on the hardwood floor...
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Originally posted in my WP site, and for some reason this fable didn’t come through here when I migrated. Adding in the comments from that site as 1 large piece. *** Wanted: She had wailed, “I so badly...
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