When rumours transformed to points and stares, Anne celebrated with the rarest of Mother’s fine wines. Her unrestrained laughter flooded the avenue. The neighbours complained their way to bed, where fantasies of Anne rattled their windows and gusted through their dreams.
To pass through life like a faint breeze was never Anne’s choice. The week after Mother died, she stole a ‘Racy Red’ Sharpie from work. After dark, she graffitied a lifetime of exploits all over town, being sure to include her full name. This fantasy self was a shameless floozy, a filthy show-off. Anne delighted in her new past.
When rumours transformed to points and stares, Anne celebrated with the rarest of Mother’s fine wines. Her unrestrained laughter flooded the avenue. The neighbours complained their way to bed, where fantasies of Anne rattled their windows and gusted through their dreams.
Sue Clayton
17/9/2022 05:32:22 am
What a fantastic fantasy show Anne's sharpie outlined. If there's enough wine, the fantasies could turn into reality. Comments are closed.
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