Submissions by stolendreams

The days grew long and my patience turned thin. The milk was long sour. I hadn't checked the date, time or news in sometime. Still, as a dog knows when it's time for a walk, I too knew. For the sake of security I kept my secret thought dry and out with the gossiping nib of my pen. Perhaps you know.

Time ticked and the dead horse was flogged. Lashes obvious and weeping, no crime but cruelty perhaps. Confusion, stubbornness and love were a terribly potent mix, confounding any sense beyond recognition. Still, I was no virgin to such. Rather, my tongue remembered many of the ingredients,...