Mon, 21 Dec 2009 03:02:47 +0000   She was careful as she picked across the rubble to where he lay gasping, spurting his life. “If you thought me delicate then, I was.  Not fragile, no, that was what you made me.”  She touched him sweetly, leaving the scent of rose and resentment behind her.  … Continue reading Tiny Twitterfictions