Once upon a time there was a girl. She lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword. A pebble could be a diamond.

sundaystorms:
‘Andy let the ice cream melt, so he had to die. It’s only pretend murder. We used to fight so much about the little things. Now whenever I get so mad that I want to kill him, I just do it. It’s been a great tool in our marriage.’
*
‘I’m still mad. Mad enough to kill you!’
‘How?’
‘Chain saw.’
‘Where?’
‘By a dumpster.’
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