Puppet Master (3 - Unexpected Visitor)
She dreamed a tall handsome stranger who’d take her away. They’d sail the evening tide, under skies like silk with the breeze like milk and honey. He’d lead her to his bridal couch and lie beside her there.
“Oh Alisha.” Her sister laughed at her. “With your luck there’d be a hurricane and the couch would be all that survived.”
A knock at the door brought shouts. “I’ll see her if I like!”
“It’s Mike,” cried Annalea. Little sister dreamed of a small ragged poet who turned her whole life standing on its head. “Most unsuitable indeed,” her parents said.