You ask me…

You ask me if the lines have become blurred. If I have become what I write about. I will tell that yes, while my fingers stroke the keys that weave you a tale, I become the Abductor. While my fingers stroke the keys telling you of abduction, I become the abducted. While I weave you…

Graphic Episode 2

Dominic looked up from where he was seated with Lydia. He twirled the two fingers of bourbon in his snifter between his fingers with the expertise of a man who knew the difference between cheap whiskey and fine bourbon. Bourbon was one of the reasons he loved Louisville, Kentucky. The city’s geography was one that…