Fledgling writer and photographer. Server as an occupation.
The salty wind tasted like her tears. They were indistinguishable from one another. Another wracking sob, lost in the sound of crashing waves on the rocky shore.
By Lisa Jay3 years ago in Humans
The sun’s warmth sought to pierce the veil of thin, crisp air. A slight dusting of snow, twinkling pin pricks of reflection. The sun smiles on.