With every kick in the water, her lips barely reached the surface… And her heart rushed as she sucked the slightest of breaths… Her hand reaching out in dispair aware of the imminent threat… The palm on her forehead pushing her in the depthts…
Il se nourrissait de ses langoureux soupirs, ne se fatigant jamais de ses implorations… “Encore, encore… ne t’arrêtes jamais…” soufflait-elle à son oreille, leurs deux corps fusionnant en une seule et unique silhouette dansant dans le noir. Ces nuits-là, le temps perdait sa propre trace, leurs peaux baignées de sueur ayant un goût d’éternité. Et il ne…… Continue reading Micro fantaisie du vendredi…
She looked paler and paler with every day that went by. “She should get a little tan, the sun is warm today.” They would say. But she stayed in the shade, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for the day to end. And then for the next to come. She sat in her grey chair,…… Continue reading Nevermore…
Cyranny's Cove 