Anyone looking into Esther’s house, through yellowed sheers covering grimy glass panes, would see a parlor filled with dusty furniture. A bowl of spoiled milk sits by the cold hearth, a treat for a nonexistent cat. An ornate Cabriole sofa upholstered in faded red velvet sits in front of the oriel window. Once a vivid … Continue reading Esther’s cat
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Fairytales
Grace didn’t like sitting so still to have her hair brushed, but knew if she squirmed Sister would pull. Instead, she imagined her fairy dolls, their iridescent wings sparkling in the afternoon sun, dancing among the glittering dust motes caught in the light coming through the window. The giggle just came out. Sister caught it … Continue reading Fairytales