Love and loneliness cannot contentedly coexist.
Petty disputes rotted into malicious acts.
The greatest hurdle? Forgiveness of self.
Sober Christmas. Worst mixed drink ever.
Any nefarious addictions? Yes, hair dryers.
She must decide. Live? Or die?
The biggest communal lie? “I’m okay.”
Toe lost in violent snowball fight.
The most masterful of costumes? Personality.
It was not yet cold enough for a hard freeze; but the grass stood solemnly silent against her footsteps, all-the-same.… Read more Image-Inspired Fiction (No. 1)