Liz looked at her friend. Why would she do this? She shifted her gaze to the pill bottle on the nightstand. So small. But she had taken so many. Liz reached out to touch the cold cheek. All trace of color having long since fled. * * *… Read more »
April 2019
The Golden Flash
The day was golden. There were honey cakes, and mead, and apricots and golden beets, and fresh baked loaves, and golden butter, buttercups and everything was golden. There were plates of gold and knives of gold and cloths of gold. The tiny snakes threading around the goblets were golden, the goblets themselves were golden, the… Read more »