Another blog from Christmas past . . .
Lorraine's frilly freudian slip
Sparse evergreen boughs of a cast off Christmas tree in the alley afforded her little shelter as the snow scuttered on the biting wind. Better than at the shelter with the singing and false merriment. A meal; a pair of socks and mitts. Bah humbug. Rum and a rug would suit her better. Why pretend things were jolly and bright? From abused child to street kid to abused wife; no peace on earth. She held no good will towards men. Post-modern Classic.
“WTF?,” she thought. From a boarded up store, music, light, warmth mulling into the street. Raving kids she thought but was drawn towards the open door. “Mary,” said her old friend Joseph, “C’um on in – we’ve been waiting for you . . .” (word count 125)
For Priceless Joy’s FFfAW #93; image by Maria @ Doodles & Scribbles.
(c) Lorraine
December 25, 2017 at 3:30 am
Interesting feel and twist. There are so many things that are left to believe despite what we think we know
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December 26, 2017 at 9:09 pm
How true. Just when we think we’ve figured it out, well . . .
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December 25, 2017 at 2:28 am
A Christmas Spirit? Happy Christmas 💜💜
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December 25, 2017 at 3:06 am
The same to you! Wishing you all the best of this magic time of the year.
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December 25, 2017 at 3:07 am
Thank you 💜🎁🎄
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December 25, 2017 at 3:08 am
Most welcome.
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December 25, 2017 at 3:08 am
💜🎄🎁🎄
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