The pen rolled silently across the table before falling to the floor. It could have made all the noise in the world, for there was no one there to hear it drop. They would find her in the morning or the next day. Those were her last thoughts. Funny how it wasn’t her life flashing,Continue reading “Unfinished Business”
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The Boy That Was Mine
I dreamt of him again. The boy that was mine so long ago, who liked cuddles and thought I hung the moon. We laughed and cried, then went outside to shoot some hoops in the driveway. I played catch and held onto bicycle seats as we sped down streets, scared and laughing. I was standingContinue reading “The Boy That Was Mine”
A Second Family
She wrapped her fingers around the steaming mug and willed the heat to seep into her bones. Curling her feet beneath the blanket, she pulled it snuggly around her, tucking in any loose flaps as a barrier to the cold crisp air. Funny, she thought, how such a cold day offered up a gentle warmContinue reading “A Second Family”