Two flash pieces to share today, from my work-in-progress collection Mayhem & Death:
Music swells and the branches of the trees catch at your veil, and you are every heroine of romance, ripping loose her stitches to get out of the picture. Into the open field. No more compulsive acquiescence. No more smiling on cue.
A curious state of affairs, Ausweiger thought as the men drove him through the desert towards their destination.