“Mists” By Raymond Roy #writephoto

She leaned back into the tree hoping that her natural curves would blend in with the silhouette of the mature oak tree. She had run all night, her throat was parched. Torturously, a heavy mist hung thick in the morning air..she could feel the clay drawing all the moisture out of her feet. Sweat saturated … Continue reading “Mists” By Raymond Roy #writephoto

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Society’s Tourniquet By Raymond Roy #FFFAW

Rattle Rattle, "spare change?" , "help a brother out"?  Pan handling, it's not so bad. You never have to worry about making eye contact with anybody. Although the concrete IS hot in the summer and sucks the life's blood out of you in the winter. My knees ache, and butt gets numb at times. Don't … Continue reading Society’s Tourniquet By Raymond Roy #FFFAW

Fear No Evil by Raymond Roy. #writephoto

Shackled to a 4x4 beam.  Shoulders ached. 12 hours earlier, The Pharisees had returned a verdict of guilty. Guilty of not following doctrine. For daring to question ritualistic antiquited practices. Immediately, they strapped the timber behind my neck and across my shoulders sent me off into the desert. Feet raw, and head throbbing, I approached what … Continue reading Fear No Evil by Raymond Roy. #writephoto