Elan Vitae
A muffled noise, the feeling of sheets being draped over and pulled away from his body inch by inch, one by one until the darkness…
Tag: vignette
Excalibur
It was too early in the morning for many cars to pass her as she stumbled forward on the small 2-lane road that smelled as though it were Northern. Her nose had not always been better for dodging blows than differentiating the delicate blooms, tasting the terroir between wines, but for now, all she knew was this idea of North of before. Of colder than Then. Of the phone call she had to make now that she was utterly and completely exhausted of all other resources.