“Let me tell you something about the Smooth-Tailed Urban Newt.”
Xanthippe lounged on the fainting couch. Her twin brother, Zephyr cracked five eggs into a small bowl and mixed in goat cheese and chives. Xanthippe shifted in place. Zephyr greased and salted a pan. The olive oil smoked slightly, filling the front room with a savory smell. He poured in the eggs and whipped themContinue reading “Idle Hands”
Sometimes when you scream into the void, the void will scream back.
I was sitting with him, in the office. We work together at a co-working space in the Central West End. His eyes suddenly lit up. The hairs on his arms stood on end.
Alex saw something beautiful…