You ask, “Do you think we’re friends in every universe?” My reaction is instinctive. Of course we are. You’re everything to me. My muse
Tag: Prose
Life Cycle
I remember the first time I held you. So tiny, so fragile. Your eyes were wide with unshakable curiosity as you explored your new
An Almost Heartbroken Death
This may be what kills me. In that moment Xanus could control nothing but his thoughts and if he could have moved his lips,
Within the Viewfinder
Marie slips the nail of her ring finger beneath the sleeve of her thick woollen jacket, peeling it back to reveal the watch face.