A pair of wings, gold-dusted black and as wide as a church; their straps and buckles, and the hungry sky, waiting for you.
What is a writer?
A miserable little pile of words!
Call me MP or Miz
Fiction attempted, with various levels of success.
Yes, I do need help, thank you for noticing.
A pair of wings, gold-dusted black and as wide as a church; their straps and buckles, and the hungry sky, waiting for you.