My journal of big words and pretty pictures
It wasn’t just mastering the steps - heel, toe, shuffle, kick, pirouette. It was the flourish of his hands, the posture of his arms. A turn of his head, a look he gave his partner, each gesture was a word in an erotic story. He was graceful, sinuous and cat-like. His every movement a caress … Continue reading Dead wood
It was exactly how it was in the movies. The accident played out in excruciatingly slow motion. From the moment Callie saw the other car rushing at her in her periphery, to the surreal impact, to her car rolling end over end like a giant, metal tumbleweed, it all happened in half time. Witnesses claimed … Continue reading That voice again
Thin spiral notebook 