born at night: pale blue
fell upon our knees: sans pew
now florid: age two
About the Creator
CJ Miller
Author • Dog mom • Castaway
"Think of this: that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other."
- A.S. Byatt
The Missing Ingredient
The first time I saw her, she was wearing a velvety, red ribbon in her hair. She carried a small leather backpack everywhere. She searched the forest by turning stones, checking beneath shrubs, listening to the wind as if it might carry an answer.
By Imola Tótha day ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Sweet!!!💕💖😊