Last Glimpse
I found the perfect spot, for us to share a final gaze
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
I found the perfect spot, for us to share a final gaze
My thumb flicked the striker of the lighter and the spark gave birth to yet another flame.
All eyes were either on Scott’s hands or Amy’s outfit.
Vanquishing the mighty hero Inciting mayhem and chaos Legions of …
David’s hand trembled as he poured the Ballantines over the ice.
rain in late summer
I stare at my winged reflection
I knew I was playing with fire, but since when had that stopped me?
*No one fucks with Eddie.
Legato and Mezzo flew as if their wings were aflame, knocking baskets of gathered berries to the forest floor far below.
Billie winced as she tiptoed across the sun-baked deck with two cold wobbly-pops in hand.
“I would give you the moon, babe.