Minimalism
3 pieces
Lost in Still
Heat Last light, faint breeze, and still the ground breathed heat. Days of it, stored in the cracked earth where the water used to be.
Hands-Free, She Insisted She arrived without use of her hands, without moving her body, without apology. Just a heel pressed to the pedal, taking what she wanted from the pair of them. One of them's getting taken out tonight; she hasn't decided which. Hands-free, reads the tag between them, as if desire were ever that tidy. High gloss getting low, couture slumming in the bin aisle, and not one of them lifting a finger. Two options, one choice, a price on everything.