The beach seems different today. Colder, greyer. Whisks of droplets fly sideways through the air from the pounding surf. Waves rolling and crashing, pounding the earth with a great force, like a constant beating drum. The water seems angry today. Like a child having a tantrum, it beats itself against the wet sand, over andContinue reading “Sarah’s Saint – II”
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Sarah’s Saint – I
When you are up at 530, go into the kitchen to put the now warm gel pack back in the freezer, grab some water and happen to see out through a slit in the blind. You watch the fog settling in, casting an eerie glow. A stranger walks towards you, but then quickly turns, disappearing.Continue reading “Sarah’s Saint – I”
She Looked North
She looked north. Not because she could see him, but because that was the direction he headed when he left. There was a time in her younger years where she had looked west. Different person, different direction, but a leaving all the same. Wrapping the blanket tighter around her shoulders, she looked up and startedContinue reading “She Looked North”
The Ghosts of Hidden Sorrows
She sits, staring silently through the pellucid panes. A world awaits, yet she sits, watching, safe and sheltered. Outside, joy awaits. An emotion she no longer trusts. Every encounter reveals the same thing. Her life is riddled with the ghosts of hidden sorrows. Dreams that linger reminding her who she once was, what she hopedContinue reading “The Ghosts of Hidden Sorrows”