Between Brushstrokes

By felicitypapp

Coffee & Murder

The axe has been living on my window sill since I used it in a photo shoot last week. Usually it lives under my bed.
I should probably put it back in my bedroom. A couple of nights back I had a nightmare; it might be that my subconscious feels unprotected when the chopping utensil is not within reach.

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