Tag: short story

Love under the bridge

She had a deep wound. A wound that hadn’t healed for 20 years. She didn’t allow that wound to fester and take hold of her life. She was even able to grow and ostensibly fertilize certain parts of her life. She had a fantastic tomato garden wherein she […]

She was out of charge

Granted, the small gift shop was crowded. People were in a shopping, jolly mood. Or so it seemed. Yet, she felt woozy and constricted. Everything seemed to wobble and jiggle. Yet, no one else seemed to notice. She was beginning to think it was just her vision being […]