Sunday, November 15, 2015

Fog

Photo courtesy of  greyerbaby
A soupy thick fog enveloped her; lost with no bearings, disembodied, unfamiliar voices beckoned, “Come to me.”
“No! This is not how it ends.”

(140 hazy characters)

Yours truly has been a teeny bit absent without leave. In a nutshell, I've been tending to family illness, licking a wound or two of my own (which is not as much fun as it sounds) and travelling to exotic, foreign destinations (which is every bit as fun as it sounds.) It's been a case of life intimidating art...but, now that I've managed to stumble my way out of my writing fog, it's back to work!

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