Table of Contents | 7 February 2011
The Granny put the gun down. She picked up her embroidery, told the house, "Let's move." She kickstarted her rocking chair as she felt the baby kicking inside. The carpet was soaking up the mess her mother's body was making. The rest of the family wives muttered as the house trembled, withdrew its roots from England's northernmost tip, checked for clearance, and slowly took off.
White rosebush, red rosebush. / Shiny adze, spade, dug out / gold sepals but no blossoms.
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