“Tell me again, father, of my mother. How you found her” She knew the stories, better than he by now, but still she asked. Familiar tales for bedtime “Of course, little one. Well, she was dancing wild, first time I spied her, underneath full clear moon. As fair of form and face as I had […]
mlmm sunday writing prompt: a father’s tale; a mother’s dance — Lorraine’s frilly freudian slip
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