F7U12, Winter!
winter sucks
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
winter sucks
Amy hung sloppily off the arm of Scott.
Eunice set the picture of their Caribbean vacation on the side table as quietly as she could, trying not to wake him.
Janine’s leg bounced and jittered as if it had a mind of its own.
The rattle and rumble of the train on its tracks persisted in their pursuit of my sleep.
It’s late at night and we lie in bed
I put the rest of the tools in the trunk and wheeled it over to the tie-downs.
“Eyes up, soldier,” she said and I did.
Late at night she walks the scene alone
Lamia wrapped the mottled scarf around her light frame, enjoying the silky sensation as the soft cool hide hugged her contours.
Without a single glimpse back, David quietly closed the door and walked down the sidewalk and out of her life.
Respawn.