Take your pick:
A gnarled, armless cactus
teetering on high heels, tattered manuscript pierced to pale greenish flesh by
a thousand “Keep your bloody distance!” pokies.
Or…
A statuesque tower of badly
chipped porcelain teacups teetering on their uneven saucers, tattered
manuscript balanced on a pretty, flagrantly fragile pointed head.
Me at a romance writer’s convention.
Yep. Looking forward to the horror.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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