wild is the moody sky as temperamental winds fly into the great unknown looking for old sins. in the eyes a glint that says “do not mess with me. i am out to catch the tail of pleasures desperately” ...a hunger you can fill alone through the fearless hunting of desires to which you’re prone.
every friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man