Blur | Speculative Fiction Short Story

At first, the blur was like the first rays of spring sunshine leaking through their curtains and unto their bed. His face, until then rugged and scarred, was much softer that morning. “You look younger!” She smiled when he came out of the bathroom. It was the first…

Music

Her voice never changed: still clear, sharp, like pure water from the streams in his hometown, delicate like snow falling on the trees in his backaryard, loving like the sun kissing his skin on heady summer days. …

Love with every stranger, stranger the better

I keep falling madly in love with people for just one night. …