He watches the back of his mother’s head bobble. She’s gossiping again with the stuffed unicorn on the shelf, one bearing a granny-cam. He knows if she slips any further into that chivalrous world, he must broach assisted living.
The screen darkens. What was that? A sword? A horn?
She’s gone.
Off-screen, there’s a faint whinny.
T. L. Sherwood is currently into dirt. She went to the SPCA looking for an older dog and walked out with a puppy. She and her puppy are often in the garden now, digging it. Her work has appeared in multiple venues. Creekside Reflections, her blog, is here: tlsherwood.com.
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