Sugar, or: Spice

A quadrille In the form of a Diminishing Verse poem Fingers crossed, he'd intended to cheat... Soft cookies cooling from the oven's heat... She'd made him promise that he wouldn't eat any of them... But perhaps he'd just nibble a bit at one... Retching on salt, he realized she knew him to a 't'. Diminishing… Continue reading Sugar, or: Spice