Insignificance Elizabeth Horton-Newton   “The air was crisp with the hint of autumn dancing at the edges of the night. There was the promise of golden red leaves and ripe apples on the breeze that lifted his hair and blew it back from his forehead. His hand grasped my elbow, his voice a deep timber that flowed with the mood of the evening, seductive and … Continue reading Insignificance-Elizabeth Horton-Newton