She stitched another stitch in he little cushion on her lap. It would soon be finished now. She would soon have what she had wanted all along.
Some stuffing. Closing up. It was done.
She laid it down on the pillow beside her. Looked at it for a while, and kissed it goodnight.
-You only love me for my face, he’d said, and he was right.
Now it was all she had to bear with.
I’ll wager this technique was not something she learned in sewing class. 😉
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Wherever she learned it, she’s finally found a use for it. Knowledge is never wasted 😀
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OMG creepy Hannibal Lecture stuff!
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Hmmm… Good question. Who knows what happened to the rest.
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She wanted his face, dead or alive. 😉
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Let’s hope he’s dead… For his sake.
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Eek. Very Silence of the Lambs!
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Ha! Don’t have nightmares 😉
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She’s gonna sleep like a baby 😉
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Excellent writing! Love your illustrations!
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Thanks! 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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