We’re in my car, but I’m not in control. He won’t let me near my keys as he says, “I thought I had photo samples to show you, but I guess I left them at home. Come to my place” He grabs my hand and holds it, his hand a constricted artery around my palm. His eyes so blue…the blue of the sky unblemished by clouds, and just as empty.
Miniature Moon 
UGH… this is good… and disturbing…
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Thank you so much for your kind feedback. 🩷
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