Lemony Rain
I constructed my lair from the choicest rock candy, not dollar store seconds.
I constructed my lair from the choicest rock candy, not dollar store seconds.
Racing down the mountain side
The bus hit a bump and my head snapped back, cracking against the glass window.
“Wake up, you idiot.
Heaven didn’t want the maiming boy
My hands shook in the cold rain as I fumbled with the shovel handle as another flash of lightning illuminated the back deck’s leaf litter blanket.
Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour.
Jamie slammed his hand against the dash of the car and the heater fan rattled to life.
Driving late at night
My thumb flicked the striker of the lighter and the spark gave birth to yet another flame.