Honey T.

Liberation: A Salt and Honey Tale

The curtains were shuttered tight in the bedroom, casting a darkness that hid the detritus of everyday life. Most of it was Salt’s mess, he realized. Everything was a mess these days, and today’s shift was only passing by because he had the knowledge that seeing her, even for a few minutes, would subdue him and his demonic anxiety. At the threshold of the bedroom, Salt paused to take in the scene. The battery-powered tealight flickered in the crystalline votive. The scent of sage burned hours before still hung heavy in the air. And there, illuminated by the candlelight, were her hills and valleys. His Goddess.