The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

Light Me Up

Jul
24

The campfire flickered orange and gold across Khun’s face, bathing him in a wash of light and warmth. He was beautiful. Bam knew he was beautiful, smiling that crooked, smug grin as he pressed Bam’s stick back into his hand, a toasted marshmallow on the end. (more…)