A dozen pairs of eyes, at least, were staring at him. They weren't happy eyes either. And they weren't on happy faces. They were downtrodden. They stared at him with overwhelming sadness leaking from the holes in their faces. They were gaunt faces. Skin stretched taught from malnutrition. And they weren't very clean either. Mud and grime streaked across their skin, creating a motley rainbow Continue Reading
This week’s prompt was: “I like your hair.” He looked her up and down. “Can I have a piece?” He'd been following them for twenty-seven minutes. Amelia had started counting when she saw him walk past them and felt his eyes rove her figure from her chest to her toes and back up to the top of her head. She'd heard him breathing, heavily, as he passed, and heard that breathing stick around.Continue Reading
Very little grows in the desert. The sun is filled with animosity and scorches everything that comes into its path. The sand is bleached, continually being shifted by the whim of the winds. Few creatures can survive the harsh temperament of the desert region. Yet, somehow, some find a way to do so. Evan is one such anomaly.Continue Reading