Rigney Deliso

“I swear, if you do that one more time-”

“Like this?”

“Do NOT kick that! Do you want to die?”

“Is that a threat?”

“Ugh, no.”

Cloudy breath cold hands

Cannot feel my nose or toes

But I love winter

Small white icy flakes

Covering the trees and grass

Snow is majestic

Winter is coming.

Silently with chapped lips and 

breath in the cool air.

But, I think I'll finish this 

half-baked thought later 

when winter has come and gone.

“I promise this time!” Louisa cried as she watched the man across from her, desperation clogging up her throat. Eric’s shoulders sagged, as if the weight of choosing his next sentence might crush him.