The Acknowledgement
Between panes of glass, choice slips away.
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
Between panes of glass, choice slips away.
Every shot taken draws the forest closer.
Vanilla musk. She never changes.
Nothing but a trail of broken bone and rotten flesh.
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.
“Why are you late?”
‘Tonight will be perfect’, she thought, snipping an errant shoot and placing the bonsai tree on the table’s centre.
Lucy trembled…
Two guys walk into a bar; the third one ducks.
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.