“Craving For Another Summer” published in Wyldblood Press
“The lemon of the kiss loitered on Seena’s lips so long that she thought of dangerous things. Maybe she could stay a little past the first yellow leaf, before the dew even iced over. ”
“The lemon of the kiss loitered on Seena’s lips so long that she thought of dangerous things. Maybe she could stay a little past the first yellow leaf, before the dew even iced over. ”
Photo by Austin Tate
Squirrel eating a nut in green grass