Twelve hours burn and the sun crashes below the horizon. No one knows because no one looks for the wreckage. But the moon knows. On windy nights, I see her laughing on the surface of a lake.
{flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
{art ~ Zoe Abigail}
Twelve hours burn and the sun crashes below the horizon. No one knows because no one looks for the wreckage. But the moon knows. On windy nights, I see her laughing on the surface of a lake.
{flash fiction ~ Tommy Tung}
{art ~ Zoe Abigail}
Love this 🙂