“Not even a kiss goodbye” my lips coyly poised as he leaned forward and took hold of the handle. The heat of his breath intimate against my face. The door opened out onto a gravel yard. A pathway made by the back and forth tracking of different comers and goers lay ahead. “Happy Valentine’s Day”… Continue reading Broken Soles
Losing myself through reading; Finding myself through writing.
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