I rolled the tiny glass vial slowly between my thumb and forefinger. I wondered whose lips the rose-colored serum would cross…there was only enough for one person’s truth besides my own. What did I want to know? My lover’s intentions? No. Those were better revealed in another manner. Maybe the better question was who did I… Continue reading Extracting the truth
Lately, I’ve been feeling that 24 is not enough. Not enough hours in the day to do what needs to be done for myself or others, much less what I want to do for myself or anyone else . 24 for all of this? It’s just not enough. When I saw the Daily Prompt from… Continue reading Friday Night’s Alright for Writing (#8) – 24 is not enough.