Dear you,
Malicious streak awoken, I waited for them there on the rocks. I know, I thought, I’ll leave them. I won’t help them, no matter how much they cry and beg and simper. But of course, I did in the end. I’ve not grown that hard on bitter bones. I relented. I softened. I rolled over and let them rub my pinky belly.
Yours now once more their Cinderella-cum-jester, polishing the picnic set silver for the next fine day,
X
(Postcard collage title: I have you covered.)
