Sauvage Patchouli. Sauvage Chanel. Patchouli Vetiver. Written in response to J.I. Rogers' Six-Word Story Challenge prompt "unforgettable;" and to kirstwrites' SixWordStoryChallenge prompt "recovery."
Melancholy madness meandering o'er the way. Will mirth or magic save us? Who's to say. written in response to Fandango's One-Word Challenge prompt "melancholy" and to the Word of the Day prompt "mirth" photo credit Pexels
In some lifetimes, your name is the same Your hair is blonde, sometimes dark Your eyes are blue, sometimes not But your lips are always magic.
Spring is a time for new beginnings. Or so they say. Gentle showers bring May flowers. So cliché. Spring for me is a time of endings. Graduates and proms. End of school year, summer draws near. Time becalms.