Miranda tsked as she took in the long-haired hippie in the flip flops with both arms covered in full tattoo sleeves. He said something to the head librarian, who began to sob. Miranda had half a mind to march over there and give him a piece of her mind. He had no business coming in here upsetting Cherie.
That was beautiful, Dascha.
You use words like paint on a canvas, creating feelings and thoughts, igniting imagination, with a touch of a pen. Love this 💕
Beautifully done, Dascha. A touching tale. I like prompted stories best when the prompt is not obvious in the story. As in this case.
How touching and a great reminder to be open.