We spent a lot of time outside Sunday afternoon, and it was really quite fun. Bubbles helped Seymour with the sandbox, Cricket played with his tricycle, Thumper picked flowers, and Miss Tadpole wandered around. She climbed trees, chatted with the guys, and followed the boys around.
At one point, she helped Thumper pick flowers. He already had quite a few, but by the time the two of them were finished, they had quite a bouquet. 🙂
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For today’s story, I was inspired by one of my many (incomplete) trunk novels. Someday I want to go back to it and not only finish it, but polish the crap out of it, because it’s a story I love.
He laughs in her memory, the sound warm as fire and sweet as honey; for one brief, shining moment, she remembers what it was to be young and in love, a feeling she hasn’t known since the day he left her, cold and alone, with only a note to soothe her broken heart, and she longs to have his arms wrapped around her one last time to keep the cold and loneliness at bay forever.
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Suddenly they all died. The end. 