the man who never came
and so she stumbled forward. grasping at the bits and pieces of herself, she had left behind, forgotten by the side of the road. awaiting the next distraction, she looked out the sun-washed window, biting her lip. he wasn’t coming. she could feel it. he wasn’t coming. That was then. Time and fury stalked the room, the sidewalks bore the brunt of those angry days. … Continue reading the man who never came