dyrewrites author
Sad Monster and resident coffee gremlin what writes about uncomfortable subjects and fantastical things that lurk in dark places.
Stories
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With a gasping breeze it fluttered the fallen leaves, toying with the weight of them as easily as it did the tail of my coat. We did not speak, the park and I, not in words. Yet we understood one another through the memories that followed. In those memories I felt your hands—chill as ever against my cheeks–and we were together again, whole as we were meant to be, whole as we had been so many years ago… |