Everyone can master a grief but he that has it.

ShadowLove – Stalkers By Claudy Conn.

I was all sunshine and light once – a butterfly flitting happily along. Now? Now, that butterfly is gone, probably never to return.

A very large, gray cat waddled over and said, “Zelda…I have a bet going on with Jango that you can heal this sucker, so put all you have into it!” “If I do save him, Fat Bastard, you are splitting the winnings with me. Now quiet!” Zelda said, putting up a hand to silence him. He sidled off mumbling something not very pretty.

Forbidden fruit is always very intriguing...though never as tasty as one imagined it would be.

I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches." by Alice Roosevelt Longworth