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Paris has a designer handbag on her arm, but she hasn't washed her hair this morning. She has done it up in a tousled bun, added a dash of red lipstick, and a cleavage, no one will notice the hair. She got up in a hurry and her tights have a run in them -…
Gaius kicked a stone, it rolled on the uneven and parched ground coming to rest at the foot of one of the oldest olive trees. The heat was already rising from the plains and up on the hill, the boy could still feel the morning breeze rustling in his hair. He swallowed some remorse at…
Continue reading ➞ If August could speak, what would it say?
The Virgin Mary's face had survived centuries of rot and humidity. It was a perfect oval and with a magnifying glass, you could see the separate brush strokes of thick paint on the plank of wood. Her hood was russet brown, probably originally a brighter color since Emma had not got around to cleaning that…
“The Mouser Weekly News : Christmas Nutcracker finally stopped coming, girl grew up, they said.” The Chief Mouse Inspector bristled and twitched his whiskers approvingly at the title of the Mouser. His nephew Gerald was doing a tremendous job at keeping the titles entertaining this winter. The inspector was growing rather portly around the waist,…
The sky was white. A uniform blanket of freezing whiteness. Mr. Lafitte watched the swirling rusty brown leaves chasing each other along Boulevard St Michel. His hands clasped behind his back, he blew out with difficulty through his nose. The shop window was steaming up around the Christmas decorations. He shifted his feet heavily shuffling…
Crafty Poulette 