Happiness. It's relative.
In the dark desk drawer, she found the last long letter she’d written to dear departed Don, folded finely in fifths, saying sad serious things she hadn’t the heart to say out loud.
The water hose couldn’t reach her in the towering ring of fire. He was sad that he couldn’t prevent what would happen next. He had never meant it to get to this stage. _________ Written in response to a Trifecta writing challenge to use… Continue Reading “Mishap”
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