The unseen
I could feel them, scurrying across my eyelids. Invisible six-legged creatures feasting on my skin.
A little home for all the words.
After watching the very amusing Hot Crazy Matrix- A Man’s Guide to Women I decided that an equivalent evidence-based resource should be made available to women…
I could feel them, scurrying across my eyelids. Invisible six-legged creatures feasting on my skin.
In thirty minutes, I’ll be gone, I thought. To dreams not yet unfulfilled.
It was not a proper clothesline cord, but an old rope and sun and rain had worn the fibers down to a tangle of strings. In places it hung by a thread. It was mottled brown with dirt, and sticky with old cobwebs. Its decimated shape brought me a familiar pain.
She spooned sugar into her tea for the fifth time, and I let her. She wasn’t going to drink it;Continue Reading
From the depths of darkness, she blinks at me, a sorrowful and pleading blink. Beaconing with her light of hope, she begs for my mercy and asks once again for the soft caress of my hand.