via The Magical Tale of a Tail
Since I am wrestling with a memoir that is built of such magical bricks ( no straw at all) and one of them has been the intermittent view halloo from Shelley Sackier I post this celebration. I have been searching for my critical friends who intervened at important moments and took their leave at equally momentous intervals.
She is right that serendipitous events must be merely sprinkled in fiction. Probably that should apply to memoir too, but when your life has been a fable from get go, and animals have appeared to nudge it along, there is no shirking or coyness possible.
Here they are.
Then came Milly. A collie more white than black and named for her namesake Milly Ndaba.
who made friends with Alfie and Alfie unwound a snake just at a critical moment when DNA had revealed its secrets.
But in the background was always Noel who kept me company without asking for anything.
4 thoughts on “The Magical Tale of a Tail”
Such a sweet image, you and Noel. What unselfconscious strength in that moment. Beautiful.
Good to see you Ruth. Thanks for dropping by!
A Horse is a Horse, of Course of Course…BTW.. you’ve inspired me to take to the bath with Lady Chatterley…and you might enjoy Wilber Smith’s agents advice to him (see Wilbur’s Wikipedia page)…
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