filigreewings

 Vinny had just finished arranging a vase full of yellow roses when the thunderstorm started. He probably should have packed up the shop when he read the weather prediction in the paper that morning. They’d been expecting clouds and rain for a week now. Instead of grabbing his keys and hitting the lights, though, the man sighed through his nose and leaned against the counter, his sharp elbows propped on the Formica. The rain didn’t come gradually; a thunderclap preceded a torrential downpour that turned the wide store-front windows into waterfalls. He could barely see the street from where he was. Muttering to himself, he turned hi

Elinor sat on her freshly upholstered couch, the one that took up most of the pathetic living room purely by existing. She kicked off her shoes where they clattered artfully against the table leg before laying still, one standing and one tipped on its side, the handsome patent leather gleaming in the moonlight that streamed in the window. The woman leaned forward on the sofa, hunching over the glass coffee table while striking her thumb against her lighter, holding a cigarette to it. Sucking smoke, she leaned back against the arm of the sofa and reclined, releasing the cloudy exhale with a low moan. She hated her life. It wasn’t even to