Reggie and Curtis sat on a table in the park’s shelter, watching the sunset wash across the clouds.
In the witching hour, two lovers repose.By moonlit-rays, stirring, this door I close.Softly, one sighed, in the whispering…
It’s not you I miss,It’s the smell of you.Fresh linen, an open window,Spring’s entirety.Endless youth and audacious adventures,sole…
there are footprints on my heartyou left them there long agoand i don’t know if i can bring myself…
A Futuristic Micro Story
Kay fell in love and married Ned in 2090