athletic frame draped in silk, a second skin, waits for fabric to warm. perfume is absorbed into the fibres, starting to take own its shape. the dress is packed up already coming alive with its new owner.
Flash Fiction July, 11 It begins in a thrift shop. She's been looking for inspiration in all the wrong places, haunting everything bright and new and shiny. Coming here was an impulse, sudden decision to turn left instead of right and driving picking random corners. She runs her fingers over the dozens of clothes packed… Continue reading Perceptions, Altered