Terminal Chronicler

Amber Reflections

Amber Reflections

The light bled from the candle, a bruised apricot staining the wall.

Amber Echoes

Amber Echoes

The streetlights bled orange onto the worn cotton of the quilt. It

Rain on Crimson

Rain on Crimson

The rain arrived like a slow, insistent regret. It smeared the city

Salt & Static

Salt & Static

The sand still held the ghost of his heat. Not a scorching