Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear. She put her own two fingers in her mouth. Im so sorry. And pulled the trigger
Janet FitchShe would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.
Janet FitchThe best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.
Janet Fitch