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What if the Capulets and Montagues had reconciled? Methinks things might have gone differently for the star-crossed lovers who, to be fair, barely knew each other. My humblest apologies to the Bard.
Genre: Histrionic Fiction
Word Count: 100
WHAT FREEZINGS I HAVE FELT
“Aye me, what weariness besets me. This unborn babe hath thrice disturb’d my slumber. Now light through yonder kitchen window breaks and childish voices assail. No rest. No rest. Anon himself hops through my door, his teeth bared. Is my Romeo ill of health?”
“Juliette, canst thou not sweep? A child’s plaything hath dug deep into my sole.”
“Canst thou not bend thy leaden arse to retrieve it? Where is he who scaled to my bedchamber pledging his undying love?”
“Alack. Better my life had ended with poison.”
“Oh churl! Better I had run myself through with thy happy dagger.”
And because I can…Announcing my new granddaughter
Elsie Lola Feraday-Fields
Born Sunday, 12 November 2017