Blood On Our Hands

Blood On Our Hands The smooth sands of a silent desert now a windstorm of grit burrowing into every orifice Blinding and scratching eyes Tasting and choking on the bitterness of unannounced fury The still waters of windless waves become a raging, angry ocean Swallowing the body whole and regurgitating denialism with each turbulent flowContinue reading “Blood On Our Hands”

Crooked Smile – Flash Fiction

Crooked Smile She had known pain.  Living with her like a constant companion.  Sometimes nudging, often poking.  Always reminding her of its presence. The hurt ever-present. Over time festering in her heart, she would lance it like a boil.  Easing out the poison stopping it traveling to her very soul.  Concentrating on this familiar task helped her through another day.Continue reading “Crooked Smile – Flash Fiction”