Slippery

Slippery performed and my eight-year-old heart applauded cheered when he escaped, mourned the capture, prayed for flight’s courage but survival skills eluded – was certain I would starve, die in a cave where animals would gnaw on my bones, and family, unconcerned, would sigh and say: She’s just being Slippery. (Slippery was the name of […]

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