CINDY

Perry

Cindy sat at her vanity,

 tissuing colostrum from

the bells of Notre Dame.

A floorboard creaked,

in the darkened hall outside

her room.

 

She picked up a brush, and

stroked her raven hair.

“Did you come to taste?”

she asked.

“Come closer.

I won’t be stingy.”

 

  • Author: Perry (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 25th, 2023 12:22
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