Deep sadness

lumps in the throat. A complete unease of the soul. The tears which refuse to arrive. That feeling of numbness. Oh God let it pass…

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Merry Mary Making Mad Mayhem Mingling with the Mop

Now it was Mary’s turn. Freddy had died a horrible death with a mug breaking his back and Harpic all over him. Mary landed up in our bathroom and artfully hid in the mop. So she didn’t have a horrible death. She was swiftly transferred to a bucket and dropped at the gate. And there she sat glumly looking at the wall wondering why Freddy didn’t have the same sense she did… *sigh*