Blackout #108

She was a fool, easily handled.

Blackout #107

Knew no other way to break a man than use his family.

He took her hand. She was not used to being touched.

She was dancing, swaying to the beat eyes shut tight.

You're the thaw that shows a good beginning.

Thank your for the morning sun and the horizon in the distance.

I was gold, a whole treasure's worth.

It was like small, glittering cities she'd designed and it didn't really come out right.

She was vaguely aware. The images floating above the blank spaces.

Giving a voice to him, inspired.