Today's Muse
Carla
In the quiet, well-manicured suburbs where white picket fences lined the streets and neighborhood watch signs hung like stifled warnings, stood the home of Carla. Her hair, a blonde cascade, was often bound in a messy bun, loose strands framing her fierce blue eyes that seemed to see through lies.
She moved with an athlete’s grace, yet her hands were those of a master baker, her muscles honed from years of lifting children and groceries alike. Her passion? Cake, especially the kind that made men weep and women remember what they’d forgotten...more>


