Post by Oatik on Jul 10, 2009 20:31:11 GMT -5
I am the starter of my tales, the finisher of few...
Although they did not know it at the time, they would be undone by her leaving. In her absence they all secretly longed for her return, some took up drinking to sooth the ache, others scurried about like frightened, furry creatures; mostly heard scratching on the walls at night, seldom seen by day. Upon her return they rejoiced and fought one another like brothers trying to impress her.
Although they did not know it at the time, they would be undone by her leaving. In her absence they all secretly longed for her return, some took up drinking to sooth the ache, others scurried about like frightened, furry creatures; mostly heard scratching on the walls at night, seldom seen by day. Upon her return they rejoiced and fought one another like brothers trying to impress her.