Fantasy

“Chuck Charming, the multi-million dollar philanthropist is throwing a big Christmas charity bash at his enormous Tudor mansion”, said Ma Ugly...

And there she was. Susan Anne In leaves. Born in a sickle moon Sun-rosy autumn child. In butterfly-blue Dance the sky dark, touch a star. She was Capable of anything; change your life

She’s a precocious milky sky A moon white opals radius Her velvet hand of winter calls Beckoning to all, who’ll pause? In their stalactite breaths; outdoors

Nothing had gone no one had climbed through the window, gone into my kitchen and stolen the tea strainer, in a strange way that made me even angrier!