Sorry for the delay - it’s been a heck of a week. Keep your fingers crossed for my kitty to recover.
(Archives are on the website, if you want to read the offerings of past weeks)
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Leather, Lace and Leaves
(c) 2008 by Maura Anderson
There had to be one hell of a joke playing out and Sabine not only didn’t get it, she seemed to be the butt of it.
It was almost too much to take in. The shop’s windows were swathed in what appeared to be a cross between a late Victorian bordello, a funeral parlor and a BDSM club. Heavy burgundy swags, complete with pom-poms dangling every inch, were offset by black lace sheers with studded leather tie-backs. The entire backdrop seemed to come from another universe than the delicate tea cups and saucers arranged on the leather-lined window display shelf.
Leather, Lace and Leaves.
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