Penny Potell
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{Lifelong reader who's finally starting to write.
South African native who fell in love with America.}
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The Butterfly & The Blackbird
Two forms lay entwined on the coarsely textured white sheets. The moon fed its light sparingly, spoonful by spoonful onto the couple as the curtains shifted in the breeze to permit the intrusion of light. Stars slipped like tears down the black cheek of the night. A passing anxiety swept through Philip upon recognizing the sound of a distant, hooting owl: a harbinger of impending, worrisome change.
By Penny Potell5 years ago in Confessions
My Madam's Keeper
“You know I don’t like it when you do this, Gert. This taking without asking! It is very naughty...and inconsiderate of you, especially when I was thinking of making apricot jam for Koos.” Gert bowed his head, his clouded eyes briefly closed against the passing storm of words pelting from the lips of his madam. His naked, timeworn feet shuffled morse code signals in the dust, toe dots and heel dashes declaring his misery and shame. She sighed chidingly, “Never mind. I’m going for a swim now so take your apricots with you and go water the vegetable garden.”
By Penny Potell5 years ago in Humans
