Every story has two sides. And so does love…It was a love that required no words to express it, for it existed in everything as its source and therefore between things as its purpose. Love flourished in silence. Until the silence was broken.
Late October Days
She stood unaccompanied in the room of hushed conversations and snide laughter.
My entry for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, hosted by Linda G. Hill.
Oliver’s view of women was shaped early in life…
Bianca was 23. She didn’t have wings.