Gray skies stretch wide above us, soft and heavy, the kind that foretells rain but never letsit fall. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth–distant rains–and the sound of creakingleather with each shift of movement. My horse’s …
Until I am alive again by JD Ford
My mind wanders to the square glassand bounces off like a fly trying to escape the grey colorless landscape,rebuffed by a transparent barrier.Its efforts increasingly frantic as it fails to escape to the outside monochrome.A buzz of lights and wings.So …
Good To Go by Caroline Lyddane
The rain drummed against the rusted metal roof of the shaggy bus station. Water streameddown in thin rivulets, pooling in the cracked concrete beneath the pale, flickering lights. The aircarried the scent of damp mold and gasoline, clouding the senses. …