Garish cats lined the shelves with the precision of an expert archer. I walked through the porcelain creatures trying not to look them straight in the eye. It was only a few short centimetres to my grandmother’s room. I held on to my mother’s hands and hoped death wouldn’t follow me in.
#FOWC Word Prompt – Garish
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I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school. View more posts
