Sunset, Moonrise, Shadows Falling When she reaches for him, he responds with such passion that their desperate kiss knocks her mask askew. Below the edge of painted porcelain, carmine smears her lips. He sees its color in the last of the light, as the shadows lengthen across Carcosa. Even as his hands settle at her … Continue reading Microfiction: Sunset, Moonrise, Shadows Falling By T.C. Mill