Agnes fell into his arms, and he’d taken off her clothes with an adeptness that was surprising for a country boy. Raw, green, fresh off the farm.
Month: August 2023
This Textured Darkness, #14
“I remember my father as a plunging warhorse. Fearless, but not always wise.”
That’s Not Love! (a Harshbarger Mills story, 1944)
With wide eyes, Agnes listened to the most ingenious plan she’d ever heard. Cora lived in an “in case of emergency” mode.
This Textured Darkness, #13
“As well as any knocking against the void. He suffers. He yearns.”
This Textured Darkness, #12
“I’m my father’s son,” the King replied. “if that’s what you mean.”
