‘Beth . . . is it really you?’ His eyes, portholes to his true self, are wide open now. He shoves his sword away from his reach, as if he cannot bear to touch it any more. Whatever happened to him, whatever spell he was under is now gone. He remembers me, because I rememberContinue reading “https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/09/01/your-daily-word-prompt-Abstemious-ydwordprompt-september-1-2021/”