i could feel time compressing.
"may i escort you mad'am?" he whispered.
the sound of voices, blue eyed clean ***** voices, fading.
silence.
eyes watching me. I, a startled deer.
where else but in his house on the hills and in the caves?
no hanging antlers or portraits of ancestors.
i'd often told,
"that would be nice" I said.
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 7:01 PM UTC
i could feel time compressing.
"may i escort you mad'am?" he whispered.
the sound of voices, blue eyed clean ***** voices, fading.
silence.
eyes watching me. I, a startled deer.
where else but in his house on the hills and in the caves?
no hanging antlers or portraits of ancestors.
i'd often told,
"that would be nice" I said.