On the day they said no women could be seen in public, they covered the statues. Watching with her mother, Miranda draped herself in the curtain as a joke. Although her mother blamed the sound of the key turning for her tears, Miranda knew it had all been her fault.
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Nicely done!
The ropes binding the sheets cut into her diminishing flesh, forbidding her to take any steps greater than those of a geisha. Wordlessly, she struggled to free her right arm; she may have to lose a little more weight before slipping out of this poisonous snake's skin to speak freely.
o the mystery
I like it
There’s a new statue in the park. Kept under wraps just now. Clothed in sheets and bound all over with nylon cord. Auld Archie lifts the hem of the skirt, grinning like a schoolboy, and underneath he sees a woman’s bare feet, toes too perfect and beautiful in yellow stone.
I love your stories. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfect for me, as I have such a short attention span. But even so, you seem to say much within that short space.Well done, you.
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