The Swashbuckling Yarn Of Milady Vixen - Plot & Excerpts
Her hitching shoulders were the only other indicator of the depth of her grief. Silently she stood there, a bouquet of wildflowers clutched in her tiny hands, which quivered and shook. Violet knelt. Laying the flowers tenderly before the massive marker, she stood quickly as the sea breeze whipped her long curly locks around her head. Looking behind her, she hatefully glared at the rising towers of the place she had called home. Just behind her, wearing a devastated expression, stood her mother. Over the tall woman’s shoulder was a huge, gaily colored sack containing all the belonging she had been permitted to take with her. The coltish-limbed girl glanced down at her feet. On the grass of her father’s grave was her own bundle, the wooden sword she so loved and the ragged teddy bear named Mister Snookums. The brown-and-white stuffed animal, missing one button eye since she was five, seemed to echo her own sorrow at being banished. “We must leave,”
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