Just a Little Hiss

There sits her sulking silhouette Brooding in her extravagant boudoir Decorous drapes drawn over picturesque windows Lavish linens hang messily from her ornate bed He observes her through the darkened doorway Wondering whether she will forgive him She slowly swivels in his direction Her expression eerily obscured by the shadows But her heinous hiss is unequivocal Continue reading “Just a Little Hiss”