140 character fiction…

After a few drinks his hands wouldn’t shake as much. But it was still too much. The midday sun was a glare on the top of the bar.

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Shoreline

This is a work of erotic fiction, intended for the enjoyment of adults.  Minors are advised not to follow the link.

Miss–

That jagged, graceful bolt of shell on your pillow is called a lightning whelk. You may have felt its horns under your toes last night, when you dug them into the sand. I brought it back with us; it knows our secret. Put it to your ear now, and hear the waves, and remember. Continue reading