I sell collectibles and art online and often find the things I've found have hilarious and at times, dark stories to tell. It's thrilling for me to be creatively random, so always expect the unexpected in the things I share with you.
He whispered in her dreams. As she stirred, hearing his words, she reached out for him. Fingers brushed against the snow, collected on his arms. You’re cold, she shivered – moving close to give him warmth. The heat from her embrace thawed his resistance. Water drenched his face. Oh, no, you’re melting! She touched his soaked cheeks – shocked and disbelieving. It’s my fault, he sighed. I shouldn’t have stayed so long, but as you dreamed, you smiled. No chance of walking away when my heart’s no longer a frozen block of ice. He kissed her as he liquefied into a puddle on her rug. Ah, I’ll miss your icicle, Jack Frost, my love.