Burnt

Helios’s crumbled cake, crisped in the afternoon, had the inky black of a raven’s feathers, without the shine. The dessert was far from delicious, delectable, or desirable. To consider it seducing was enough to make one chortle.

Published in:  on March 28, 2009 at 11:03 pm Leave a Comment
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Word Play

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Published in:  on March 24, 2009 at 3:12 pm Leave a Comment
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