Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: who grew up this way; in summer they are golden-colored; he didn’t say anything, he just took her shoes; I like my body when it is with your body; simply enjoy; now she is in love; fuzzy coffee; you ate my joy; it will never work … Continue reading Regret at Midday
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: Evelyn was three years older, bingo, when the killing began, felt kinda sorry for her, dance with your eyes closed, brown shoes “Did you know,” Evelyn began, “there was an error in the Grimm Brothers translation? They weren’t glass slippers,” she declared with a heavy emphasis … Continue reading Fur Slippers
