The edge was there, underneath her toes. It felt like the texture of popcorn and concrete. Grating and cold. It was possible that everything she wanted was there, just out of her reach, unless she was able to just. . . Small cuts broke out across her skin. Tearing, snagging. Wind ripping through her hair…
Tag: Fifteen Minutes
Long Story in a Short Time
Benjamin Brown Stone ran his hand up the back of his shaved head. Up and down, the sound of day old hair grating against his soft skin. It wasn’t natural for a man to have such soft skin, at least not according to the outdated beliefs of his outdated father. . . the same man…