“Can’t you two get along just for one day?” Lucille stood in the doorway of her sons’ room, listening to them argue. “I just want one day where you don’t fight.” She bit her lip, anger overflowing into despair. “Just. One. Day.” She turned around, pausing at the top of the stairs. “You’re both grounded. … Continue reading Mother of the Year
For this month's Sim Lit Short Story Challenge, and my first entry, I share Narcissa's tale, which is part of my Windenburg lore. The title is a taken from the mirror from Vintage Glamour SP called "Narcissus' Folly" and has nothing to do with the Greek story.