Today’s prompt reminded me of the quote, ‘What a dangerous web we weave.’ I never understood that until my husband joined a motorcycle club. Yes, the brothers were crafty but the women, the ones that called themselves my family, were the masterminds. The lies, the backstabbing, the hierarchy that they thought were there. So, how do I turn this prompt into something beautiful? Something that doesn’t remind me of a time knowing true hate and jealousy?
Prompt Word: Weave