Naomi Brown
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The Contract
After six years together, Ophelia and I are parting ways. They tell me it is what is best for her, but how can it be best when she will never know love again? Never know the security of being protected and cared for. From this point forward, she will be on her own, defenseless against the elements. I shall never again serve as her protector and provider. Never again will I bring her the frogs, lizards, and small rodents I catch in the meadow behind my house. She must take responsibility for her own survival now. I don’t think she’s much of a hunter. I spoiled her by catering to her needs. The mice stopped coming into the barn shortly after she moved in, so there is really nothing she can hunt. She must leave the safety of her little hideaway, and I must let her go.
By Naomi Brown3 years ago in Humans