september 10 - september 17 2011
Sunday!
secrets and lies / jongho
by ebriosity
The door is short, short enough that he'd probably need to duck to go inside, though only a little. The windows are wide open. Warm, golden light spills into the street. The air smells strongly of the forest, like a fierce spring rain. He closes his eyes for a moment and opens them to find a small woman staring up at him. She is old, and more wrinkled than he has ever seen, but her eyes are sharp. Minho is ill at ease in her presence.
"Secrets," she says. "Always full of secrets."
secrets and lies / jongho
by ebriosity
The door is short, short enough that he'd probably need to duck to go inside, though only a little. The windows are wide open. Warm, golden light spills into the street. The air smells strongly of the forest, like a fierce spring rain. He closes his eyes for a moment and opens them to find a small woman staring up at him. She is old, and more wrinkled than he has ever seen, but her eyes are sharp. Minho is ill at ease in her presence.
"Secrets," she says. "Always full of secrets."