Thanks!

Thank you 50 Word Stories for publishing my story The Gist. It was so fun to write.

Shadow Play

Everything is beautiful at dawn. Shadows dance against my cinder block prison, hiding the slave I have become. The mundane is made to look beautiful, the domestic looks artistic. Each morning brings hope as I pray for my prince.

Spring Thaw

The frozen edge of your love scrapes my skin. I lick it, knowing my tongue will freeze to you. Immobilized, helpless, and at your mercy, I wait for the spring thaw, and hope for new growth.