Winter in a Nutshell
You don’t have to shovel rain.
I don’t ski.
Photo by lostinmiami
You may also enjoy
Emerald Fire
I had just parked my car and pressed the lock button when I noticed her.
Bump in the Night
Matted-hair and rotted teeth
Torture
Reflected in the steel above, I watch the red line widen as he traces the scalpel from my navel to between my breasts.
Filed Under
The lair smelled like solder and bad decisions.