Halos of Amber & Glitch
The salt air tasted like fading RAM, a pleasant sort of decay.
Urban Romance
Dust and Rose Quartz
The salt clings to the skin, a memory of the tide’s
Fractured Reflections
The bioluminescence of the breakers wasn't particularly subtle. More like
Smoke & Silk
The air clings heavy, a damp velvet against my skin. It tastes
Fractured Resonance
The rain tasted like ozone. Not clean, but thick – the residue of
Salt & Subversion
The sand surrendered to her curve, a slow yielding embrace.
It wasn’
Ephemeral Tide
The sand is cold. Insistently, annoyingly so. It clings to everything – my
Saltwater Serenade
The sand still held a little of last night's rain,
Salt & Shadow
The grey clung to the sand like a hesitant memory. It wasn’
The Pink Pebble
He smelled like rain after the city dries.
Like a secret puddle
The Refraction of Salt & Skin
The air tasted like melted gold and regret.
Not bad, actually. The
Chrome & Dust
The rain smelled of exhaust and something faintly metallic. It clung to
