Whispered words tip toe across rumpled linen to nestle in her ear, “A broken heart is beautiful,” he said.
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“Could she get a job?” Roy appeared perplexed. “Why would she?” Who does he think he is? Stella reached behind and slammed the door shut. It was better this than her raised voice echoing through the reception area. Turning, she walked toward the chair behind his desk. She eased into the leather and crossed her long legs. … Read More
There is a hush within the edges of time. If one listens, one can feel it. It is early dawn and I am easy, not required to be anything people think I should be. There are no demands placed upon my time. Within this pause, I imagine the gift of another day, open to whatever magic it may bring. Silence is my church. It … Read More
Photo Credit: unsplashed- Danielle Dobson Dawn stirs With a trust so gentle Her skirt, a whispered rustle Her presence, like an old friend To edge me back to morning New rain softens the window pane A drop fell on the Cherry tree Sent to kiss the earth And blur the memory of a dream I had lingered too long, within