Red Dot
Mirror. Signal. Breathe.
Mirror. Signal. Breathe.
Between panes of glass, choice slips away.
Vanilla musk. She never changes.
So, who the fiddler’s flying fig decided Mars needed alligators?
“I’d love to, babe, but my phone’s just about out of juice!”
Gwen barely could focus on the oncoming traffic as she headed for home. What a bitch of a day. All I want to do is rip off this bra and put on the give-up pjs.
I relish the fine minutia of perfection.
Water dripped from high above. Perseus gripped the hilt tightly and bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. He hated waiting. A growl. Finally. The sword w...
“But what if I hold it like this?” asked Eunice.
Ya see, us here wolves got a bad rap. We ain’t so bad. I tell ya, most of us would rather drop in to Joe’s Diner than trounce through the Woods looking for s...
“Something green.”
“I know what you did,” said the voice and hung up.