Wanderlust

Saw this little guy outside of a bank when my husband and I were out for a walk. Just had to take a picture of him and his jaunty bow 🙂 Flip-flapping along from bog to stream, exploring far from home. Wandering by the lantern's gleam, into the great unknown...  

Flash Fiction: Writer’s Block

Arachnids weave whisps of silken memory across the hollow cavern, threads of lost conversation, meandering histories, and achingly unrequited emotion. Once overflowing with words, an author's chest now rings empty. The cracked heart stutters out it's last percussive thumps, drenched not in blood, but in ink. A death sentence in writer's block...