Commandame

Ultralex

commandame@newsletter.paragraph.com (Commandame) — Sun, 27 Nov 2022 10:17:56 GMT

It was a rat's nest. Not a literal one, but that is what her hair seemed to resemble every morning when she got up. It was going to take at least an hour to get it under control and she was sick and tired of it. She peered into the mirror and wondered if it was worth it. It wasn't. She opened the drawer and picked up the hair clippers.

Mayflower

commandame@newsletter.paragraph.com (Commandame) — Sun, 27 Nov 2022 10:17:18 GMT

The shoes had been there for as long as anyone could remember. In fact, it was difficult for anyone to come up with a date they had first appeared. It had seemed they'd always been there and yet they seemed so out of place. Why nobody had removed them was a question that had been asked time and again, but while they all thought it, nobody had ever found the energy to actually do it. So, the shoes remained on the steps, out of place in one sense, but perfectly normal in another.

Rubrick

commandame@newsletter.paragraph.com (Commandame) — Sun, 27 Nov 2022 10:16:44 GMT

There was nothing else to do. The deed had already been done and there was no going back. It now had been become a question of how they were going to be able to get out of this situation and escape.