When Dotty left her village without goodbyes, she was young, full of laughter and as ripe as a juicy strawberry in June.
Dotty had no time for simple life, just glamour and fame.
She is back now.
She rings for afternoon tea. She dismisses me when I bring it.
-I was talented and beautiful but city men are cruel. They took what they wanted and discarded me. They promised but never gave. Now, Girl, pour the tea.
I am a simple, hard working village girl. It's hard to feel sympathic towards this bitter wannabe. We have dignity in these parts.
VerityAlways about 2 years ago
I like the 2 perspectives and how beautifully it merges all in 100 words. Beautifully crafted, Frenchie!
Frenchie about 2 years ago
Thank you, Verity 😊