Bleak #writephoto

Bleak   We walk, hand in hand, to the shore, up to the small promontory, and we see our island: it is cold today, but we don't feel it. Our bare feet slide over the rock, Your empty eyes turn toward me, my love, asking me, in silence, if I am ready to start our … Continue reading Bleak #writephoto


The Prompt   The interrogation went on for hours, as he answered the questions, seemingly endless and random, but he knew, designed to catch him lying. He would not lie. There was no point. The truth would be denied, of course, but someday, what was on record would be known, and his innocence recognised. Some … Continue reading Record