Muses #AtoZChallenge

“Animus!” Epicene storms in the house holding a decorative rock and small pot. “Animus! Where the hell are you?” Epicene huffs trying to hold in a scream. That muse is going to pay. “What?” Epicene’s words die on Epicene’s tongue as Epicene’s eyes land on Animus casually leaning on the door frame eating a cup … Read more