+irreparable+

i will let you tell me...

In the nameless hours between dark and light, they lie smoking. Fingers stinking from  butts rescued from an ashtray of cracked amberglass.

I never really made it out of there. she says in husky nearwhisper

By the weak flare of the cigarette light, the scars on her arms are illuminated. Pale hieroglyphics revealed by a sputtering torch, held in the hand of some insane archeologist.

Author's Note

trying something different. trying to write again. it comes slow.