It's not even close to finished, but the important thing is that I'm writing again. Nothing is going to stop me; I may be slow, but I'm still going!
Mother of Myhha
She sprawled over her tatty old armchair; one leg stretched out before her whilst the other dangled, jangled, and flopped over a ragged arm. A softly chubby hand, complete with dimpled knuckles, restlessly stroked the disintegrating cover of her ancient copy of Rudyard Kipling's Just So Stories.
“ But the wildest of all the wild animals was the Cat. He walked by himself, and all places were alike to him.”
It was a good thing she'd long ago memorized those lines written by Mr. Kipling, as her eyes were too blurred to read them from aught but memory just now. They had always resonated with her but never more than at present, when her heart ached and quivered within her chest and her stomach threatened to batter it's way through her clenched teeth.
There will be more, when it's ready... hope your weekend is a good one!