The Isle of Sin and Shadows

by Keri Lake

I was equal parts feral and neurotic.

If old cat ladies were a flavor, it’d taste like Chamomile tea.

Unrequited love tends to be a wound that festers into a raging sepsis, if not treated right away.

Unless, perhaps, her thing was reading nonfiction. Gross.

hello catnip, meet kitten.

Mosquitos buzz at my ear, and I swat them off like a young stripper at a cougar convention.

“A threat is oftentimes an empty promise. What I’m telling you is a blueprint for your future, should you decide to challenge me on it.”