Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Twittering Tales #64


Bookworm Awaits Midnight

She sat at the corner table, twirling extra vanilla into her coffee. Near the edge, where the wood met air, her midnight reads sat perched. Keats and Kerouac wedged between the bindings of pulp trash. Already she was imagining fleece and wine, the cat curling his warmth against her ankles.

1 comment:

  1. Very nice. You paint a lovely picture with your words. <3


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