Inktober Prompt: Drooling

Sweet, Hot Taffy. 🏃 “No, don’t run away!” Irina pleaded as the man fled. He shat himself as he ran. Irina stopped on the sidewalk, arm raised in a non-threatening gesture of ‘Wait!’ She couldn’t understand what was really happening. All she wanted was to find the ‘Be-Positive.’ That was nice, Read more…