It was strange, that face, so familiar, yet not quite what he’d grown accustomed to seeing night after night. The nose was long, almost touching the sharp chin. The mouth was a straight slash, except where it turned down at its edges. And lately, it had been turning down at its edges more often than not. Continue reading “Face at the Window (FlashNano Day 12)”
Sighing, she trotted off to the kitchen for more coffee.
Returning, she sat again and watched the cursor blink.