We stood in the shade of her arching lemon tree; grandmother and granddaughter. She’d asked me to bring her some lemons for pickling, but decided to help me herself after seeing my confused expression. Her slightly brown fingers ran over the bumpy, green lemon caringly. “This one is ripe,” sh...
His claws embrace the dry caked ground,
Ebony costume world renowned,
Shrill cry resounds, waltzes around.
His eyes twinkle with a stealthy glint,
Darkening in a subtle tint,
Narrowing before his alacritous sprint...