Browsing: Moral Story

Clutched tight to my chest, the doll smiles lifelessly sending vacant stares down the darkened hall. A solitary line of pink light sneaks through a crack…

flowers are women in my family’s garden – Mom and her daughters rhythm surrounds me as I sway in contentment – September’s Aster Geranium Jen bends…

What part of a heart in another could one trust when betrayal comes like a silver bullet, words and deeds sharp piercing to burrow bleed out…