Blood. Lots of blood, smeared on the walls, smeared on her face and arms. It was thick, and it smelled sweet. She inhaled a deep breath and fell in love with the scent. She would wear it as a perfume if she could. The blood wasn’t hers, of course. This fact alone would have supplied … More The Friday Muse – Level 3
Today marks the one year anniversary of my grandfather’s death. Tomorrow marks the eleven year anniversary of my marriage. These two anniversaries have created a very bittersweet atmosphere in my life at the moment. This day last year, my grandfather took his own life. His death added to an already challenging season – one I … More A Bittersweet Anniversary
It’s been a while since I last posted something of personal significance on this blog. I’ve been posting The Friday Muse each week – small writing snippets full of fiction and fancy – but I haven’t been posting much else besides that. For that, I apologize.