There were fireflies in the valley that day, she remembered. Later she sat there circled by his arms, her own, outstretched, willing a firefly to sit on her palm and twinkle slowly like the stars.
Sign in now to see your interests and suggestions!
Stories From prostitute
He hadn’t noticed the door lock— or its lack thereof. There was no latch inside that could be locked. There was a lock for sure, but it had no metal bolt it could latch onto. He pressed the wooden panes together and...
Leonard Cohen song he had introduced her to – “I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm; your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm...” He barely opened his eyes to the sound of her almost musi...