A lithe backless twirl in paisley starshine, you will die to him this day. In a moment. A moment of punishment and penance. Of dry aggregate and circles and dandelions and mayhem.
He met her on the net, but maybe meeting in person wasn’t a good idea. Cheryl Anne Gardner’s latest bit of micro fiction chemistry titled Spider Cocktails Lilt in Icy Hands is now featured at Postcard Shorts.