A number of those issues droned, quietly, in the back of her mind.Patiently waiting their chance to build into a full, painful, memory. All in all, she considered bad memories a sight better than the seamless threads of anxiety that crept in the corners of her mind, greedily awaiting their 15 seconds of fame. Salvating… Continue reading Detective: pt 2 (Feme Fantal)
My life, Now. 