As you like it.
She pretended to be myopic and it suited her.
‘’We can picnic here and you can tell me all about your origins ‘’
A laugh that shook my vertebrae.
My night’s dream stalkers were nothing compared to Ms Orange coat.
Lithe irony at loose in nature.
Sometimes, Serpents love ardently too…
This short tale jokes a little with As You like it and the forest of Arden, with a hint of Keats‘ Lamia too. Synthesis is all!
