Malicious streak awoken...

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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

(This Dear You postcard tale features in A Postcard as Measuring Device which is available now through our online store.)

+ A book in the library (Transport yourself post haste to Wednesday night's celebrations in the Leigh Scott Room by way of these launch photos one, two, three on Elsewhere. Hooray to you, Louise. xo)