Tuesday, 15 November 2022

514 - SNARL

LAvinia was aRoused from her slumber by the alarm. Moments later she shivered from her log cabin between the old trees (which had at least one gnarl on each one) to get to the washrooms. She looked in the mirror at the snarl of hair on her head and groaned at the thought of sorting it out.

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Introduction

482 - FLOOR

“LO and behold, there's  flour  on the  floor .” exclaimed Denise. “I wonder if Ethan has been making a cake?” she thought.