“Andelline” Her sister said. “Where’d you put moms Vase, the one with the crack in the top?”
Andelline made a huff while she was sunk in the couch, feet propped on a dog sized pillow fort, and under not one, but two blankets. She removed the spoon of chocolate and dark cherry ice cream from her mouth, a little left on the front end to be savored by the tongue. “Didn’t we put that in the box with some of her other old plates and China? The one little Bastion wrote on?”
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Finished another audio book and have been left awash with intention and writers fury. At least that’s what I tell myself. Thanks @mariannewest @wonderwop @wandrnrose7 and all of the free writers who send the love!