101 Words About A Mother’s Kiss…


There was a rabbit followed by a boy, who in turn was followed by a friend, through a tunnel into a cave of mirrors, hung occasionally with paintings of Ali Baba, and other minor celebrities. The rabbit, the boy, and the friend spun, and turned, tapping their feet like flamenco dancers, until the thieves came.

It was the rabbit who turned to the friend and said “We must protect the boy.”

The boy though, had other plans, seems he’d seen this dream. So he whispered a word, snapped his fingers, and remembered his mother’s kiss might dissolve anything…perhaps even this disillusion…


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