Timeworn
The more specific nature of the street where all this was taking place revealed itself with a timeworn passage of ease, like that time at Uncle Ernie’s cottage, when mum had thrown that catastrophe overboard to the shrieking chorus of horror from those gathered and there wasn’t a single dad to be found for the length and breadth of the countryside.
*Note: all textures my own, unless specifically credited.
Timeworn
The more specific nature of the street where all this was taking place revealed itself with a timeworn passage of ease, like that time at Uncle Ernie’s cottage, when mum had thrown that catastrophe overboard to the shrieking chorus of horror from those gathered and there wasn’t a single dad to be found for the length and breadth of the countryside.
*Note: all textures my own, unless specifically credited.