Will the Last One Out Please Turn Off the Lights
THIS IS YOUR FAULT! All of it.
THIS IS YOUR FAULT! All of it.
She watched him; she felt a shivery thrill, the same rush of emotional satisfaction that she’d first experienced forty years ago.
It’s been three weeks since he left.
Sitting in the low light, waiting. Trying to be calm.
Clean that up. Yes – you!
She waited anxiously for her lover to appear, Their love was forbidden so they lived in constant fear. Two families, hard in hatred set at war. Not only against family, but race and more. Like Romeo and Juliet on speed, This was a union of
I’ve decided that I’m going to do the washing up properly today.