Category: Introspection Through The Navel of the World


He sat with the sealskin folded in his grip, idly rubbing it with a thumb as it rested in his lap.

He remembered the day it fell into his possession ~ still clear and sharp in his mind’s eye ~ the gentle sway of her hips, the nuanced play of her hair on the sea breeze, her lithe, supple body erect before him.

Time… had not been kind.

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Leaves on the Wind

She sat cross-legged in the clearing with her back against the sapling; the sparse, dappled shadows dancing lightly across her skin. She closed her eyes and listened to the wind. Listened to it rustle the leaves above her and the grass below… felt it tug the branches, and gently sway her and her shady companion like

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And so she decides….

“I can’t keep living like this,” Sian muttered to herself as she studied the brush handle with a critical eye in the light of the camp fire.

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