#WIPSnipes #WriteSky #UnnamedLocketProject
The lock is so worn it falls open with his rough thumb. Years ago it took a sharp whip of force. Inside, nestled in a circle of bent gold, is his family. With them in mind and hand, he stands up and dangles the locket over the roaring campfire.
The lock is so worn it falls open with his rough thumb. Years ago it took a sharp whip of force. Inside, nestled in a circle of bent gold, is his family. With them in mind and hand, he stands up and dangles the locket over the roaring campfire.
April 8, 2025 at 4:24 PM
#WIPSnipes #WriteSky #UnnamedLocketProject
The lock is so worn it falls open with his rough thumb. Years ago it took a sharp whip of force. Inside, nestled in a circle of bent gold, is his family. With them in mind and hand, he stands up and dangles the locket over the roaring campfire.
The lock is so worn it falls open with his rough thumb. Years ago it took a sharp whip of force. Inside, nestled in a circle of bent gold, is his family. With them in mind and hand, he stands up and dangles the locket over the roaring campfire.