It should have been me, laying there, the delicate tea-cup broken, as it fell out of my hand, before I hid the ground.
Not her, not the person filled with the most innocence I have ever witnessed, not the only one whom never would speak a word of ill, or hold a harsh thought in her heart. 56 more words
Here’s my latest contribution to Flash!Friday based on the photo prompt.
Rebekah, wanting nothing more than to hide, ostriched her face into his father’s chest and he, setting his wine glass on the deck’s railing, overlooked what the wedding planner described simply as “paradise.” 138 more words