A stack of papers fell on the ground, scattering everywhere, almost covering her entire workspace in white space and scribbled ink. Lately her writer’s block has been getting on her nerves, and she doesn’t want to pick them up anymore.
30 Dec
discreet
The spy was discreet. She was a professional, and she possessed the skills of speech like the that of Lucifer, smooth as a serpent and sly as a fox.
28 Dec
clasp
The tiny pendant clasped in her hands, she finally lets it go. With all her strength she thrusts it over the fence and away it goes forever.
26 Dec
blinds
I looked in your direction as if I were blind, as if all I could see was a sea of white instead of your face. I must have been out of it, or did I just want to see you for a little longer?
