There are scenes from life that imprint on your mind permanently.
All by Mary Ann Honaker
There are scenes from life that imprint on your mind permanently.
All day I've thrashed in bed, pinned like a butterfly to my dreams. When I rise, darkness has fallen.
After I'd eaten breakfast, I went outside. It was cool, the sun earnest but dew still dampening the grass.
To feel safe, I lock myself into bathrooms.
He was pale, gothed up, and fanged as usual when we stopped by Target for some black hair ties.
I waited in the car while he shed his long leather coat and left it on the hood. Suddenly, a hand snatched it! An engine screeched! The coat gone!