In the dusty loft, it stalks me. Drooling. Desiring. I’m the crown of all it seeks, the tether controlling its impulses. It pounces. Its furry flesh ensnared, it never knows my delicious cheesiness.
This weekend for Trifextra we were given the challenge of writing exactly 33 words that include: tether, loft, crown. I hope you enjoyed my silly little tale.
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