Harry picked at the splinter that had burrowed its way into the palm of his hand, leaving a deep red welt in its wake.
Splinters – ‘Darkness’ #writephoto
Crimson’s Creative Challenge – High Places
‘Not scared are you?’ ‘Me? No!’ Aya snapped, her knuckles white as she clutched the bar and her feet dangled over the drop.
Home is Distant – ‘Glisten’ #writephoto
“Do you think it’s far?” Henry asked as he pushed a soot stained finger through a hole in his coat, pushing the woollen threads wider apart.
