• Florence Farfaletti commented on the post, tumble 7 months ago

    It was one of those spring afternoons when the desert smelled like cotton. Clean and linted, with the sun like warm laundry in the afternoon.

  • He began to realize where her sentence was leading halfway through and didn’t want to hear the end. His vision tunneled, bright lights spinning.

    Hit pause here. A few deep breaths should do the trick. Just a quick fix, he thought. Suspend me in the golden unknown before things fall apart.