Fiction Friday – Opposites – the mousey eyed woman

The mousey eyed woman turned away from the kiss. The new view was dying, brown, curled and crunchy beneath her feet. The view she had turned away from was greening. A train clopped by in the distance and the frozen pond before the mousey eyed woman refused to offer up a reflection. She could have…… Continue reading Fiction Friday – Opposites – the mousey eyed woman