Posted in Creative Writing
“Do you still think of her?” Alyson’s words were soft, their tender touch relaxing to Robert. He continued to fidget, his fingers juggling the same emptiness that had filled his thoughts.
Posted in Fiction
The chill of the morning airbrushed across the snowy mounds surrounding the frozen hut. Its cool breeze playing with the fox furs lining the small entryway. The sun was only beginning its slow climb