Adventures of a Playful Mummy

Previously

…She tried to ignore it, a common enough occurrence in her long existence. Perhaps a stray grain of sand had found its way beneath her wraps. But the itch persisted, growing bolder, more insistent. It wriggled and squirmed, a tiny, determined annoyance. With a sigh that stirred the dust motes dancing in the torchlight, Maya reached a bandaged hand towards the offending spot. Her fingers brushed against something small and surprisingly hard. “Oh, for