Unplugged #FridayFictioneers

Photo credit: Connie Gayer Unplugged by Tracey Delaplain, MD The cold bitter coffee had lost its comforting appeal hours ago. I swallowed the dregs anyway and swirled the remains absently. Was it possible to read coffee grounds like tea leaves?

Tangling Roots

Photo credit: Melanie Greenwood Tangling Roots She heard the seductive call drift in on the soft breeze that brushed her ear, “Come and dance”. Was it the tumor speaking or did the maze actually beckon her? The hopeless grinding assault on her breast had left her drained and devoid of her own voice. She had…