Dripping through fingers.
Blow a sticky, melted kiss;
cotton candy mess.
teacher, wife, mom, bibliophile
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Kari McLeese and writers in Poets and other communities.
Grass tickles my knees, studying the great expanse; banks of fleecy white.
By Kari McLeese3 years ago in Poets
Link to the Challenge: I found it on a sign in a rough part of the city (actually not too rough), with a broken QR code
By Kendall Defoe 5 days ago in Poets
The sky is grey. Clouds move too slowly. This is what it is to be lost. A labyrinth of branches blur my vision. I lay upon a bed of shredded bark,
By Amanda Abela5 days ago in Poets
Shenandoah Fantastic: Mystic Whispers from the Valley’s Vales is far from the first short story collection that I’ve contributed to*.
By Stephen A. Roddewig4 days ago in Writers
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.