Love affairs – a trifecta of drabbles
His eyes were sad and dreamed of a poetry he thought lost to him. He told himself that [...]
Trish Nichol
Fiery Barefoot Weirdo
His eyes were sad and dreamed of a poetry he thought lost to him. He told himself that [...]
I can feel the crisp on my cheeks, the tip of my nose. It balances the warmth at [...]