My Precious
By Tammie Painter

My Precious. My Precious. Like a modern day version of Tolkien’s Gollum, I lurk in the basement stroking my Precious, turning it to make sure it’s happy, and angrily lashing out at anyone who dares to touch it. But this isn’t a magic ring I’m guarding. It’s my cheese. That I made myself. Yes, on [...]










