Closing the Final Pages

Us Wayfarers is, sadly, at the end of its journey. What I concept-ed in a beer fuelled conversation and built on my dinosaur of a computer was widely well received and to all of you reading this, I thank you.

Raw

She had this twisted smile on her face, the kind that made her cheeks bubble. Sweat pooled in the napes of her neck, drizzling from her collarbones to the small gap between her breasts. Her bare chest heaved.