Sunlight races earthbound, navigating past naked branches and wooden skeletons. Continue reading “Release. (Week 19: Fiction)” →
She was motionless, curled up beneath borrowed clothes. Bitter cold somehow found its way to her pale hands, so she tucked them closer to her body. Continue reading “Ash. (Week 13: Fiction)” →
Sometimes, if I strain my eyes hard enough, I can see him as he sits on that mahogany chair we bought at Gravesend all those years ago; eyebrows furrowed and pen in hand. Continue reading “A Letter. (Week 8: Fiction)” →
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