One Word: Gallery squeezed into a Fiction in 58
He glanced right and left at the gallery walls as he worked his way up to the present. A first visit to the family home of his fiance and he was lost. Each painting showed a different groom but the brides looked alarmingly like his, same dress, same earrings. How was he going to get out of this?
A dastardly sly world in that “haid” of yours there, Dee. How indeed?
Oh, yes! I love your dastardly ideas!