In the Aftermath of the Wind

Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts:  twenty past midnight, what used to live under your bed, if you come to a fork take it, why are you being so stubborn, most want to go to heaven, and the sun pours down like honey, in the aftermath of wind, I thought I was. … Continue reading In the Aftermath of the Wind

Malleable Memory

Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: ┬áin a clearing by a river, driving to San Francisco in the rain, under the bleachers, out of touch with the child I was, she is the only one who knew me, chased by a large creature The first thing I remember is being chased by … Continue reading Malleable Memory