I called a bluff and it worked. Again. And again. Silent whispery moves, I’m a look-alike of a fly that grooves among a million grains of tri-color sand. Little, quick to sting, mosquito brand right there in front of people bold; yet unseen, in their fabric fold. Ah, she jerks, turns around and spins herself confound, clapping only, teasing air. “If only I could see … Continue reading Fly Mosquitoes!
Love the variations of the word and the way we use them across the planet. Lets go lolly all the way! Continue reading Lolly all the way!