Red Confession: Devouring Your Morning Hardness in November Chill
November bites outside. Damp cold claws the windows. Inside, our bed steams. I wake from…
November bites outside. Damp cold claws the windows. Inside, our bed steams. I wake from…
The bosquet in the gardens of Château du Crépuscule Doré. Twilight bleeds purple shadows over…
The basement apartment under my uncle's house in the Parisian suburbs. Low ceiling, recycled furniture.…
The hotel room pulses with secrecy. Mirrors everywhere. Walls. Ceiling. Smudged patches haze the reflections.…
The galley reeks of dinner's remnants. Steam clings to my skin. Heart hammers. Sophia—that's me—stares…
The elevator hums endless. Twentieth floor. Heart hammers against ribs. Door opens to dim luxury.…
The massive house pulsed with music, June 1965 heat thick in the air. Sweat slicked…
The hammam swallows me whole. Steam chokes the air. Thick. Heavy. Reeking of sweat. Bodies…
Sun dips low over Piazza di Spagna. Cafe terrace buzzes. I spot her. Blonde, 25-30,…
The watering trough choked with ronces. Near the cursed hedge. Night air thick, heavy with…