A Yuletide Pansy Tale ©2016 Kecia Sparlin; 695 words
No matter how old I was or how many experiences I had, I'd never outgrow Mum and Dad.
Alone, she tried to raise her hand, but the drugs were too strong. ©2016 Kecia Sparlin; 99 words
Sure I was really dying this time, I shouted over the emergency comm for help.
He drove, and she zipped her jeans.©2016 Kecia Sparlin; 100 words
You can't measure inspiration, creativity, beauty, or wisdom.
...the arena's gold had grayed. ©2016 Kecia Sparlin; 100 words
I felt more like a project than ever, a girl kept patched together for delivery to a sentient ship in their war.