Voyeur by Ryan Stovall

Even Dali could not have conveyed onto canvas the flickering shadows and lights, the way they played desperately across the under side of the pool cover. He might, however, have been able to interpret the mind of the young boy trapped beneath it, legs tangled skin-cutting tight in the submerged water volleyball net. He might have understood the terrified, blood-stricken eyes, wide and bulging with … Continue reading Voyeur by Ryan Stovall