Wind comes, leaving half torn remnants of color, a pinwheel once moved by breath.
The Soft Bloom Of A Dying Pinwheel
Tag: prose
Holding Wishes
What is it like to be granted a wish when your first kiss was laced with bitterness?
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The Mermaid
They said they found her drowned below the galley. She had tried to scratch her way back to sea.
Vennie Kocsis 