Alfred did not die

12299302_642095315930350_3587466114965928393_nMy hands  are hurting when I write but it  usually goes in 2 or 3 weeks.So let’s hope this will be the case.
Many hands make light work but mine are the exception,They turn out the lights
My mother’s hands were very lined blackened by coal and dirt that would not come off.Her hands were big and square.I loved them,Her nails were flat.Her little toe was flat.She used  to say an elephant trod on it.Then,curiousity killed the cat.But Alfred didn’t die.He was given to someone else


About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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