The Tale Spinner 

I AM A “RAG PICKER” IF ANYONE KNOWS WHAY THAT MEANS GIVE ME A SHOUT OUT OR A “OH HELL YEA”

Quill & Parchment

img_4653-1 by Sakhi Bansal

I always believed in fairy tales, from my childhood they fascinated me, those mystical lands of Prince and Princess, Kings and Queens, Demons and Devils, Witches and Wizards, of Palaces and Caves, of Unicorns and Centaurs, of Spells and Potions, of Curses and Charms and I was lost in them for as long as I my father could manage to stretch the stories, and then I would whine and sulk that it wasn’t long enough, and he would kiss me as he made me sit in his lap and promise me a even better story tomorrow and I would go to sleep with that promise hanging in the air, already eager for the next night. The next evening as he would come home from office I eagerly would wait for him at the door, reminding him that he needs to recite the longest story tonight and he…

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2 thoughts on “The Tale Spinner 

  1. So I know what a rag picker is? Hell, yes I do! 🙂

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