“It’s crawling with press tonight. Something in the Damascus air brought out the flies?” Kate shrugged. “When you see these guys, fully bankrolled – second thoughts?”
By Traci C3 years ago in Fiction
There was a soft knock on the door as she secured her backpack. Kate crossed the room and opened to door. Emmanuel filled the small space easily. "Bonjour…"
Snowflakes soft in air, Nest now empty, silence reigns Children flown, love stays.
By Traci C3 years ago in Poets
Wisdom's embers glow, Flame of passion in her eyes, Grace, love, inner fire.
The glass jar sat on the old camp table—life burgeoning within the confines of the glass; gooey, airy, a mass of bubbles. Jenny stared, satisfied with its growth overnight – a chemical certainty amidst so much unknown.
By Traci C5 years ago in Fiction
