Targets

Is it one woman or two, a shifting persona for the thrill of it? When she appears, time pulses and passion seeks its twin. But women are elusive; men, mirages. They compel and distress, attract and repel. In a meeting, a touch, a nightmare, they enter; they ensnare. So take your stance, nock your arrow, raise and draw your bow. Aim slowly. Then fire. Is the target one or two, is it love or is it poison... or is it plural just for the thrill…? (THIS PDF IS BEST VIEWED IN FULL SCREEN MODE)