Reply To: The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

It was with undisguised delight that Liz realized that Finnley wasn’t right after all. A glimmer of hope had whistled in with the wind, stirring the dust laden cobwebs festooned across the threads. The clouds parted, sending shafts of sunlight to spear the dark recesses, illuminating the aimless floating of dust motes and dislodged detritus.

Godfrey stirred, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and called for Finnley.