My doorway glitters with gold, as if the sun set molten and flooded the sea and then my house to leave each surface flecked with rays and pockets of light. What I really see is your shadow shrinking but your smile still lingers in mine and your hands still hold onto mine. Everything still glistens, … Continue reading Gold
Salty tears streaming down cheeks the edge of a blade in starlight blinking blue eyes. Morning dew and cobwebs doused in rain like glue in nursery gold and blue; sunshine on water Dorothy's shoes. Gold. WP #1 - all that glitters. Link your response to this prompt in the comments Image credit.