“THE FLAMBEAUX”
Juan Bautista

The moth flies around the flambeaux like a freeman who believes he’s the king of the world. No one and nothing could waylay as the moth owns everything around the golden sconce when suddenly, an intruder was seen flying around the dim umbrella of light underneath the moth’s cherished territory. The intruder constantly disappears to the dark every time the moth was trying to approach it. It angers the moth. The moth won’t be at peace until it was certain that the intruder would never go back. Continue reading “The Flambeaux” →