My Sincere Apologies to Anyone Reading My Posts ~SummerEve Golighty

A photo from my file that won’t give away my location.

My doppelgänger sisters, Carrie Ann and Katie, have published a plethora of posts on an on-line writing platform over the last few years while they are living in protective custody. As you remember, their sister Stephanie, gave thlump a nudge and sent him flailing as he approached the golden escalator in New York City.

Carrie Ann is the author of “Snow Boots and Stilettos” and a few articles about flogging or is it golfing?

another time, i offered some balls i’d found out of bounds to a guy reaching into the locust thorns for his ball. he politely turned me down. when he pulled out his ball, his arm was mangled. i’m pretty sure he lost a couple of fingers, but he got his ball.

flip flops in the compost bin. Author’s photo.

Katie, being the shyest of the triplets, faked her own death with the help of a writer friend after Stephanie’s arrest. He was reading to her while she worked in the garden, she misstepped due to a broken strap on her flip-flop and fell head-first on the tines of a garden rake. She later attended her celebration of life at the hookah lounge. This was ages before I started doing my Saturday night comedy show there.

I met them just a week ago, or was it a month? It’s difficult to orientate when the linear fabric of thyme and spice has been shredded, just like thlump would have done to the Constitution if he’d been elected POTUS.

We are so lucky it didn’t happen.

Anywho, in a previous post, I published a photo of the view from our underground bunker. I’ve replaced it with another photo, but since eleven of you, my faithful readers, have already seen it, I want to forewarn you that a Federal Agent is on his way to find you. He’ll ask you to look at the tip of a glowing light stick and he’ll flashy light you. You won’t remember seeing the photo. Nor will any of the ever-thlumpers who might have read the post incognito. They won’t know where to look for us. At least, that’s what the Agent told us. I’ve no idea how these things work.

You’ll forget all about the photo, where your keys are and what you did all day yesterday.

Have a nice rest of your day.

Your friend,

SummerEve

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Oops. The original photo still comes up even though I replaced it with this one:

Author’s photo

Maybe Smillew knows how to fix it?

I’ve no idea how these things work.