Trace your finger around the rim and wait for the crack to touch your skin. Feel the jagged edge , the uneven break in the smooth finish and wince. Continue reading “The Cracked Cup”
Enraptured by her form, she twirled on the silvery web.
“Don’t I look amazing?”
Her voice drifted over to her mate, who yawned. “You’ve got some weight on you, love.”
Freezing in mid-twirl, her foot settled on his tiny body. Afterwards, she licked her fangs.
He should have known better.
Moral: Keep your counsel to yourself and thus stay away from trouble.
“You must be the light. There is no other way. One more time.” Continue reading “Rite of passage”