everlasting

Brumal tales woven through the fringe of her eyelashes, her eyes were curled in soft crinkles. Her gaze drifted outside the thatched cottage. ” How do you know the drover?” he asked sternly. Suddenly her luscious eyes grew paler. Her glassy face mirrored the flames of burning embers ahead of her. ” I saw him.”Continue reading “everlasting”