Tiny Twitterfictions
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