Their giggles carried across the meadow as little legs and smiling faces miraged into preluded nostalgia. Tiny hands held tinier life, the two beings gawking in the other's presence. But interest led to cruel curiosity. The innocent eyes of the beholder witnessed the act of their guilty hands; almost as if entranced by their ability. Children take little lives in the act of juvenile wonder... An... » Continue Reading
The heat has been miserable. Yet, my fingers ignore summer's presence and remain cold. My family supposes this is Reynaud's syndrome, but there is no discoloration and I lack a diagnosis. It is not anemia either... But what it definitely is is unnerving. Recently, the cold has begun to spread. It began at the tips of my fingers and now reaches the sharp mounds of my shoulder blades. The heat still... » Continue Reading