Chapter Twenty-Three
A Diary’s Sad Story
I am the Diary of Mistress Whippy Cane as I like to think of her as she is always the madam in attendance. For years I have been a companion to her. Sometimes forgotten; but always until now returned to with interesting words detailing her life story, she fills me up always adding to the sum of my content. Now it is too late I have been lost, cast away and forgotten.
Mislaid in the move from one place to another. A forgotten companion lost to her, separated by a wall of dark cardboard; then piled amongst the rest of a pile of unwanted boxes. Sadly I will never be complete, my last two plain pages will never feel the touch of her pen; never know what happened in her life. I am nothing but a doorway to her past and without her to add to me, I will
