Elpis
A thousand years. Still going.
A thousand years. Still going.
The rock cut through her gloves at the third handhold.
Ruthanne stopped apologizing years ago.
Deconstruction
Three flowers, a knife, and the burden of knowing what mercy costs.
She whispered it aloud. Her voice. Lower, gruffer.
Between panes of glass, choice slips away.
Calum in the Forest
Who Gardens the Gardeners?
She’s a smoke show.
So, who the fiddler’s flying fig decided Mars needed alligators?
Eddie’s fist connected with a satisfying crunch and Haley couldn’t keep from smiling.