flax-golden

new to the neighborhood My parents made a big fuss about moving like I would find it traumatic to have to put all my stuff in cardboard boxes but it really wasn’t that bad.

coffee & pie He went in because of the neon sign in the window advertising both coffee and pie but careful study of the printed menu revealed neither. There were lattes and macchiatos and

  still waiting for prince charming I found a princess in the woods. I was pretty sure she was dead, but she’s asleep. She looks dead, with wrong-colored clammy-slimy skin and a decaying gown,

poor unlucky lucy When Lucy died—at that precise moment—everything changed. She used to say she was just a k away from lucky, that was always the joke though all things considered it wasn’t particularly funny.

written in the leaves Leaf reading is a skill not easily learned, as there is such a limited time to practice it each year. It is a temporary thing. Glimpses of image and pattern

character reading “Are you sure you really want to know your future?” he asks as I dig through my bag in search of appropriate amounts of loose change for the rather mundane looking machine