Two Sentence Tuesday #29

            Alone on the stage, under the bleary gaze of inebriated eyes, his fingers plucked the strings as he began a slow, sorrowful lament in the key of F minor. He found a familiar woman in a green dress, sitting in solitude across the room, and as the pair made an invisible connection, she understood that the song was about them.  

Two Sentence (Not Quite) Tuesday #28

The sickly green mist seeped through the cracks in the door, melting the wood as though it were wax. Jesus Christ, alone, knew what would happen when that caustic whiff of poison filled someone’s lungs or touched their skin… though I was about to find out, firsthand.