Microfic#4 - 05/08/2012
“Humans”
Decided a weekly dose of micro-fiction makes for as good a use of space as any—for the Facebook Page’s cover. Seems there’s an upside to timelines, after all.
(Source: tonyamoore.com)
There’s this thick liquor, I like. It’s dark, pours down into me like a slow fire. If I had to put a name to that irresistibly sweet taste, I’d call it Sorrow. The kind that swells and traps your lungs in a long and painful breath.
The kind that wells up into me whenever I think of you.