Ah Jane, my mind is filling with ideas for your challenge this week.
This week’s illustration is from Virginia Frances Sterret.
She had been cursed never to love or be loved.
She prayed and wished for a miracle, which came in the form of a wizened crone, a crafter of spells. But it had a price.
She pondered for a moment. What point was there to being forever alone otherwise?
Over the years, it was not uncommon to see her walking with a menagerie in her wake.
Large or small, animals came to her, trusting her, forever loyal, safe in the sanctuary of her tender and loving care.
The old witch and she had agreed that she would know True Love just once, and having experienced it, her lover would be transformed for eternity.
Each night, she would fold her arms around the beloved neck of the White Stag, feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, and remember the embrace they shared all those years ago.