This story tumbled into my mind on Halloween 2014:
It was the kind of night were all your nightmares are possible. Those nights when you are alone and all your fears seem alive. 1,707 more words
Many burns, acquired over years of baking, marred his hands, but by this point he barely noticed when a new injury joined the scars. He only wore oven mitts to remove hot pans, but he took them off immediately after; any touch of a hot pan afterward he considered his own foolish fault, and had grown smarter in his handling of everything in the bakery, while his hands had grown tougher, better able to withstand the heat. 162 more words
I find myself remembering the love she showed me and the love I had for her how it mingle, danced and caressed us.
How the first time I saw her I could smell her shoulder length dark brown hair as she walked by and I imagined how she would speak to me (she did speak to me with her eyes) and how I would be overwhelmed by her (I was deeply and wonderfully found in her). 207 more words
Will You Still Love Me?
Part One – Daisy Knight
Sydney Australia, 1965
The bell rang but Daisy Knight didn’t move, instead she sat on the cold toilet seat and stared at the two blue lines on the urine stick with her underwear around her ankles. 4,881 more words