The tea was getting cold. Peter scowled at the liquid in the porcelain cup for a good three minutes before calling his wife. “Arlette, my tea’s gone cold. Get me a new one, and hurry this time,” he ordered. Arlette smiled and took the cup obediently, then sighed as soon as the kitchen door shut […]
Distorted Reality. This is a new poem that I’ve written for Triond.com and I would love you to read it and give me some feedback! Oh, and while you’re at it, please read my other poem, The Serpent.