It was their dream home! Her dream home. It reminded her of a Dr. Seuss building. That was the type of wimsy she needed in her life.
She needed fun, mirth, and a perch. She didn’t really know what that meant. She just liked saying it. And, that made her laugh and giggle. She went up the stairs laughing inside her head. She was looking forward to the next few weeks. There was so much going on to keep her busy. She reached the door and could hear them runnung and laughing. She smiled and turned the knob. Then she stopped cold, turned and ran down the stairs and never looked back.
Categories: Culture, photography, Psychology, women
Given A Choice Now of
News.. Reason or Fiction
i Leave ThaT all Behind
Arting
iMaGiNaTioN
PerHaps With
An F who
Cares
When
Free
AS Star
DusT Sentient
Standing Tall
Pantheistic Gas..
Resurrecting from
Super Nova Crucible
Fire Star Burst Flowering
Death
Seeding
FLoWeRinG US Alive..:)
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next installment?
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Maybe…
Cheers
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I don’t blame her – too many plants to water!
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Hehe! Yes, indeed
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Hair just stood on end, ghosts?😨
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Hmm. Maybe 😉
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😳
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I loved it
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Thank you!
Hope you are having a great weekend
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All I can say is Wow! And what was it? You really left lus hanging there. My imagination is running overtime.
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Aww. Thank you. The story is for you all to complete. 🙂
Cheers
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I love this! ♥️
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Thanks!
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