Slightly swaying and with an effortless skill, Zenobia finished playing her beloved Clarsach for Stella; whose baby blues had become wide and curious, almost tumescent, inside the tidy warmth of a laniferous island swaddle.
As a conclave of spotted sea birds found perch high above, Zenobia applied unguent to her tissuey hands, clutched a slight, roundish face and locked eyes with the pure tranquillity before her.
Written by Edward Roads
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Always enjoyable. I love to read your thoughts. Always some mystery too.
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