clouded in a heavy sourness [short story]

Written for Prompt #44 (below) - from this post The maid is not a maid, the house is not a home ~ My life isn't what I'd call conventional. It's okay, it's good, whatever people define as not bad. I live in a huge house. By huge, I mean, huge. There's ten bedrooms, probably more … Continue reading clouded in a heavy sourness [short story]



This is a short story I wrote yesterday after my friend told me to. Yes, I do as I'm told. Sometimes.   Her prompt was: It's raining here - write about a spirit trapped in the fountain at the center of the Plaza breaking loose. ~ I'm not sure who I am or what I … Continue reading Trapped