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.
The closer she would come to reaching the appropriate decibel and a plausible duration, the perfect balance of pitch and tone, a precise degree of backward head tilt and the occasional snort followed by an emergency “oops” and a graceful hand gesture covering her mouth just enough to display embarrassment but not regret, the more she would begin to believe her own laugh.
The Puritan Wife
My entry for this week’s One-Liner Wednesday, hosted by Linda G. Hill.
She never questioned the visions or voices trapped in his head, even when their meaning escaped her.