Karen stood there, in the dungeon, well taken care of but unable to move much. She didn’t mind, that’s what she loved.
There was a noise at the door. Someone was coming in. She had no track of time but pretty sure it was not meal time. It only meant one thing.
It meant a new adventure was about to begin. But this wasn’t Pete. So, who was coming to tell her?
Hello Pierre,
I wish you a marry Christmas.
Well who could be on the door;)
I am really interested in Karen’s new adventure.
Maybe she find a new friend.
Sandra
Thank you very much Sandra.
Merry Christmas to you and your family!
I don’t know if she finds a new “friend” but she sure finds a new way of life.
Great work!
Thank you very much.