Mercy

As dawn breaks overĀ another day of uncertainty silent comes the moth unbidden from the cornered shadows of my bedroom frantic wings flee the dark. I see not an intruder but a fateful refugee perhaps sent to probe the virtuous nature of a heart flush with fortune. I cup my hands gently around the winged creatureContinue reading “Mercy”

Who Cut The Cheese?

The general wretchedness of Mondays was further cemented by the rain pummeling the roof of the two bedroom cottage, but he still loved them. Atlas smoothed the wiry charcoal hair camouflaging thinly boned arms and buttoned each cuff. Meticulously, he tucked a wild hair up the custom tailored sleeve, straightened the silk bowtie pinned belowContinue reading “Who Cut The Cheese?”