As I step to the edge, an absurd feeling of vertigo creeps across my skin, raising hairs beneath my shirt sleeves and lingering in my palms as a tingle of cold sweat.
- from 'Blue' - Read it here.
I write, provide critique, occasionally update a blog, and read anything I can get my hands on, and on a particularly good day, get published.
It is few and far between we receive art paired with a piece by an author we fall in love with. This is one of those cases.
The Kringle is just nasty. I'd definitely like to publish this.