Lenora’s TBR pile thinks she’s shirking her duties. I hope you enjoy her response to the prompt. Happy Monday!
My TBR is tottering over me. She has claws, and stern eyebrows, drawn tightly towards each other.
Some would call it a monobrow.
She wears tweed, and always looks so very cross.
Brown clothes, brown hair, whisked back into a knot.
Oh the tightest knot you ever saw.
My TBR is tall.
So tall that her shadow looms over my shoulder whenever I deign to do something she doesn’t approve of. Which, come to think of it, is EVERYTHING.
I wonder what makes her so mean?