RiddleOne part living, eight parts wet:Riddle by ~mechanicalfantasy
Touch and time, for my velvet-
een skin and yielding sides—
My earthy breath itself a prize.
Leave me, see me swell;
Burn me, see my shell.
The Lost OnesCynthia's trailer is at the very back of the park, like a wild animal waiting for you to look away so it can disappear into the trees. One of its wheels is missing, replaced by a pile of crumbling bricks too high to keep it level with the ground. The windchime hanging from the screen door careens to the left. As I near the wreck, a dog barks, and a massive old Rottweiler comes roaring around the corner, white saliva flying from its lips. It runs to the end of its chain and stops with a jerk, canine warnings sounding fury against the Louisiana sky.The Lost Ones by ~mechanicalfantasy
I start back before it can get too close to me, but it's a damn good guard dog, and I can't