Feb 14, 2022
She gets her feather duster out and starts feather dusting your privates, feigning short-sightedness and thinking you are part of the furniture.
I can't wait to hear the true ending. Happy Valentines, June ❤️
Written by Sally Prag
I write creative nonfiction essays and poetry. Rethinking life through my words. Sometimes too seriously, sometimes not seriously enough.