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Twitter Stories

A couple of stories I’ve put on Twitter recently in response to the #vss365 prompt.

Mother kept her dreams and nightmares in a large wooden box under her bed. If we’d been good she’d slip us a favourite dream in our nighttime cup of warm milk. But if we were naughty, she’d tuck one of her nightmares under our pillow. Oh, how I tried to be good.

October was regeneration month. Those of us who’d inhabited our present human form for two earth cycles or more were entitled to a change. My present husk was a dreary woman with even drearier friends. I needed a change. Young Harold in accounts would do nicely.

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