Plus I feel guilty for neglecting the open_on_sunday community.
So yeah, short and something. This week's theme...*drumroll*...mothers.
Only Hope It Enough, 1727
She had lost two brothers to the sea. And so when Liam was born with the caul, she had preserved it in parchment. This luck not enough, she spat on his head and put the iron nail in the lintel.
Then her husband cooed to the babe: “To me, Liam, my comely boy.” He crawled, grinning, across the boards to his father.
Nothing for it but to put him to dress. And when he toddled, he tripped upon the hem.
She could only hope it enough the Faerie not find him, that the Queen would never take her Liam to breast.
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