(Based on Grimms' Sleeping Beauty) It had been only a single gasp of air that alerted her to the trouble.
Flash Fiction – IntelliGENTS
"You have to keep up with the times," his father's voice whispered uninvitedly in his ear.
Poem – Dead Heat
As the shapes shift away And the colours bleed to shades I plant my feet Grounded in the dead heat
Out of the Darkness
The doctor’s soft voice tried to reach her, but she found it impossible to draw her attention completely away from the tree.