Love is when a foul egg scent emits from your body either in quiet stealth mode or explosively loud and this is typically followed by either people denying there is anything wrong as they continue to make casual conversation; or if they are family or close friends, there will be an acknowledgement of what just happened with groans and snort-filled laughter.
But no one really cares, because we all do it, and you’re loved anyway.
I'm a writer of fictional and nonfiction short stories, and the author of a children's fantasy novel, Dragon in the Mirror: Into Canonsland. This is the first book in a planned series.
Tortuous Tales is my space to create short stories. Short stories of fantasy, science fiction, memoir, or romance. In the blog, you might also find book reviews and musings on the challenges of writing.
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