“Dang! I think we’ve struck a nerve.”
Simplia stood over breakfast bar sorting the mail. The pile of Actual Mail towered over the pile of junk Sagacia …
Simplia stood over breakfast bar sorting the mail. The pile of Actual Mail towered over the pile of junk Sagacia …
“See how this sounds,” said Sagacia. “So far, so good,” replied Simplia. “No! Not that!” Sagacia barked, waving some sheets …
…a dozen or so storytellers sat in the dark. Some draped themselves along the davenport, six legs originating from three …
“…or a country club? Being a fairy tale is no longer a natural right of any story that fits the …
“I can’t find it anywhere!” Sagacia grumbled, digging deep into her sewing basket. “We used it to frame that ‘Lobby …