Muse
In the predawn darkness, dreams still swirling in my mind, all the world quiet except, perhaps, for a lone owl calling from the rain-soaked greenwood, I get up to write.
Continue reading… "Muse"In the predawn darkness, dreams still swirling in my mind, all the world quiet except, perhaps, for a lone owl calling from the rain-soaked greenwood, I get up to write.
Continue reading… "Muse"A spotlight shone on a massive black cauldron as the red-gowned queen lowered a green apple to where I hid inside. I took the green and handed her the red, which she raised toward the audience. Magic!
I tucked to one side as she climbed in next to me, and I awaited my cue. The slow, sinister bow of a cello. Enter the villain.
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