A Painting and A Story

October 29, 2013 by -

DAUGHTER   Run, daughter, run. I cast no blame, my darling girl. The blood that stains our rough-hewn floor will bear no witness: my own deceit has brought me thus. Your hand your tender hand was just its agent. Run, daughter, run. While you slept in another’s womb, I spun the golden thread to bind …Read More