Three lines and a photo
Week 177 Eve was being watched and she knew it, so she stopped in the middle of the street to give them a better look. She was tired of running. It was time to face the bastards head on.
Week 169 I was afraid to go home. It feels safer to keep driving. I drive to embrace the night.
From this page. My time machine is broken. It allows me to remember my failures. It won’t let me move on.
156 We floated on our backs. We counted all the stars. Happiness, on this night, was ours.
Week 149 Boris Smokrovik. via Unsplash I see you looking fine in your flashy yellow suit. Let’s you and me fly down to the club and groove to some of that jazz they play down there. We’ll get drunk on a big-ass flower and get down to business.
3 Line Tales Lalo via Unsplash We were born free You are free too Join us in living
Week 144 Andre Benz via Unsplash Was this the road to the promised land? Believing it was, we began our journey. What will happen if we’re wrong?
The dog was ready for a game of fetch. He watched his human fixedly as she raised the ball overhead. Then time stopped.
Griselda crawled out of the ocean. She took her first hungry breath. It was time to claim her birthright.