How long must I wait until the thought of them no longer hurts? It’s been over a year and nothing has worked. It’s all his fault. He probably doesn’t even remember their names. He has to pay for what he did… The steam flows and caresses her damp eyes as she stares at her reflection in the …
“Where would you like me to drop you off?” The man asks. I attempt to clean off my oxford shoes and then hop into the man’s rusty, white Chevy truck. Mud still attached to the fenders after last night’s rain. “Sorry about the mud. The market in the next town will work.” “It’s no problem. …
No one is coming to save me. Why am I still going? I should just let go. These thoughts repeating like a broken record. The trees barricade me from the moonlight; darkness has consumed all else. I have no idea where I’m going or how long I’ve been here. My feet just keep driving. The …