Virginia Bradford
Bio
A woman on a mission to find herself. To be continued...
Stories (2/0)
Cerulean
Cerulean is the Pacific Ocean.
By Virginia Bradford3 years ago in Poets
The Last Glass Of Merlot
The dim light coming from the small nightstand glittered throughout the sleeper berth of Katrielle's eighteen-wheeler. She felt like she had been treading the edges of scalpel blades for weeks driving over highways packed with ice and snow. Earlier in the evening, Jonathan had called and Katrielle had forced herself not to answer. But later that same evening, her mint, green eyes lingered over the time-stamp of the missed call and she wondered if she should call him back. Snap! The sound hit her like whiplash. It felt like an angry woman snapping her fingers.
By Virginia Bradford3 years ago in Futurism