Every story has two sides. And so does love…
His abrupt departure left a silence she could not easily fill.
The gentleman’s perversion was only evident in his reading habits.
The night began with her scent, faint and distant. Then it surrounded me as I stood in its birthplace.
And they call us poor, Father, as if it were a curse.
She stood unaccompanied in the room of hushed conversations and snide laughter.