Returning to Three Weeks
The water was cold, but she did not feel it. Three weeks ago, she
Amanda
The rain didn’t fall; it threw itself at the earth in heavy, silver
Unashamedly
The heat had been settled in the apartment for three days, a thick, breathless
It's OK to Stare
The rain had stopped twenty minutes ago, but the air remained suspended in a
Ghost of a Smirk
The red hood was heavier than it looked. The weight of the embroidered gold
A Certain Experience
The water was too shallow to swim in, a mere slick of chlorinated reflection