The End I was a beaten man! There was nothing left! No wife! No children! No job! The only clothes I owned were covering my body. The black ashes that were once my house had an acrid, gagging odor, mixed with the smells of fire-fighting liquids, dampness, and death. How does one describe a body […]
Category: pain
Mission of Love and Pain
Mission of Love and Pain She gripped the steering wheel tightly, causing some erratic drifting across the south-bound lanes of the Interstate. “You okay?” her husband asked. “You’re weaving.” He was in a lucid mood, and her heart and mind were frantic in their tangled states. “I’m fine, honey…just a little tense about the upcoming […]
