The Fine Line Within

Teenage year best forgotten… the hand not raised in the classroom hid the rejection at home —confusion, torment— soul bowed against the cold rain, drizzling eyes shimmering in the streetlights. Continue Reading →

The Other Sense

Lies. She turned away. Eyes closed, she closed her mind. Too late. Too late for denials when intuition hears tension where it shouldn’t be. Lies. Clearer than the space between Continue Reading →