The color of ice
and feeling too. Desperate
clasp in hands of blue
About the Creator
Dante Cross
Having written privately for decades, I have decided to start working towards writing more publically. I will pursue a variety of topics from fiction, fantasy, and poetry, to personal experience, to politics and science, and personal essays
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The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwina day ago in Fiction
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