Corrine watched as the lights flashed and listened to the booms. This was her favorite time of the year. She pointed into the sky and called for Joshua to look.
Yeah, yeah. So I missed it, but here they are after all. No peeking. Please pick a favorite and tell me what you would name them.
She crushed her toothbrush against the grout in a compulsive fit of penance.
Considering my inner mermaid and Mantra’s penchant for pastoral poems, this one should be classed as expected.