He was curled up in her lap. His lips wrapped around her nipple. She played with his hair pulling on it causing him to softly moan in pain. Milk stained the rim of his lips. She watched the pig sucking hungrily at her sore teat. She was nursing him with apathy, like she would her […]Read more "Flash fiction: Farming"
All good things come to an end. There’s a time limit on it all. I’ve broken hearts and I’ve had my heart broken. There’s been no right or wrong either time. There’s some good, some bad. I just wonder where the worth we once had for one another sits by the end of it all. […]Read more "My bad"