Sceptre
“I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.” ― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight Rain pouring down the heavens on an early Sunday evening. Her face gloomy, rethinking her life choices. It had been over 15 minutes. The busses are never punctual. A black umbrella hanging from her left arm. The roof of … Continue reading Sceptre
Aromatic deception 