The Tale of Avet Longfellow of Liverpool

The Tale of Avet Longfellow of Liverpool

“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” —Edgar Allan Poe   Avet almost lost his cap as a clip of cold air blew at his bent frame, but he did not dare let go of the net. Salt crusted around his lips and gathered like snow in his short beard. His hands were [...]

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Hands

Hands

She is sitting up this time, breasts pressed against his bare torso, two tan hills disrupting the space between them. Her back is sloped in an exaggerated arc away from him, mouth open in a graceful O. His hands, two beams of support at the base of her spine. She leans her weight into them [...]