(Written a while ago but probably just as – if not more – relevant today…) Ice Heart, by Happy Tea The block of ice was determined. It could survive – even in this heat. If it just gathered its resolve and stayed frigid, things would be alright. The sun would be a forgotten enemy, and…

The Carver.

Wednesday morning at 5 am by curlytops He carved. By profession. By character. Everything he did had an element of cleaving to it; a sense of tearing in two. And he fascinated her. Interesting people always had an uncanny ability to lure her in and she knew she was caving, but she did so anyway….