Dance of the Snake

It always begins... with.... a strike of a match.... the strange smell like gasoline....                The flick of the wrist to douse the flame from the match.... But? The end of the cigarette is lit.  It just...burns.  It doesn't...do anything Wait!  The smoke!  It's a single string into the air… Continue reading Dance of the Snake

Beauty in the Eye of the Storm

via Daily Prompt: Crescendo Hurricanes dancing Spinning round to a crescendo Power Danger yet such beauty It is my hope that there is little loss of life to those who are fleeing Hurricane Irma in Florida, now Category 5 status, and set to rival Hurricane Andrew in size, power, and ferocity.  My prayers go out… Continue reading Beauty in the Eye of the Storm