THE TRAGEDY OF ARIADNE
We have our eldest son and his two children staying with us for a few days, so I shan't have time to write a lot about what's happening in our lives right now; what excellent adventures I have to recount. So... here's a little 2 part story for you. I hope you like it. Ariadne stood on Naxos isle, the last of Summer’s flowers dying about her feet. She stood in a gentle zephyr breeze, which wafted her short Phrygian purple gown about her voluptuous form. Ariadne’s face was passing fair, with eyes... Sign in to see full entry.