Before the rancid yolk hit the sizzling surface, I cringed from the foul smell.
My dream to fly may not be unique and perhaps derivative.
I’ve enjoyed all these things at one time or another. Were they all to happen on the same day, I would smile, shrug, and dream about the next perfect day.
Reaching out, I scratch the underside of the drawer above mine.
What wily bittersweet wall weakens your rational heart?
“Look at that!”
Steph finds the buzzing monster buried deep in the covers by her feet.
Now that the weather has chilled the desert, I will have to imagine the heat swirls. I doodled this using ArtRage on my Kindle Fire for Day #29 of the #NaBloPoMo challenge to create each day throughout November.