Losing Polly’s heart hurt. She cupped her soul in the palms of her hands and cast it to the wind. There she hoped it would find another body, one who chose more wisely. If not? Then it would drift amongst the cobwebs in the sky just waiting to be caught.
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What a beautiful idea. I love watching the cobwebs in the sky – much prettier than the ones in the house!
Very true. Thanks, Annabelle. 🙂
I love it! Having your heart broken does split you up.
It sure does, Kristina.
An added touch of beauty to the sky…for a while.
Just a short while. 😉
😊
Beautiful and mystical, Richard. Who knows where the soul goes?
I’m bottling mine. I’ll sell it to the highest bidder. 🤔
That’s the theme in my current WIP – capturing, preserving, and swallowing souls. Great minds think alike. 😀
If you want to use mine as an example, I’ll sell it for a home-baked pie.
Surely it’s worth a chit of gold. 🙂
I’d be happier with chocolate. 🍫
Just awesome. I loved this.
Thanks, Morgan. 🙂