Last week, as Joey and I lay in bed talking in the dark, the sky blew up. A sharp crack and green light through the curtains. We froze. After a moment, I crept to the window and looked out at the still night. “It’s normal,” I began to say. The sky lit up again, a snap of green filling the sky and then gone.
Always love your writing! Keep it coming. Miss you. Glad you and Joey are doing well. We're ok over here.Until next time my love.
thank you <3
Sooo beautiful Kira! Can't wait to read more. I subscribed!