Joy washed-up with baby wipes between a Kia and pick-up. Her clothes were the last remnants of a miserable marriage, long gone. A saxophone's soulful #cadence wafted through an upstairs window into her alley home-- respite from daily pain, lulling her to sleep.
The rain spills secrets. During storms, Layce sits on the sidewalk and soaks in as many as her prying ears can fit. Yesterday, the rain whispered her parents didn't love each other anymore. It hissed as it washed over and drowned her in sorrow. 1/2 The rain spills secrets and the sun dries them away.… Continue reading Rain’s Secrets
The war started with miniscule acts of violence. Taz and Jen held hands on their balcony. Blasts below trembled their building. "Bring it down!" "There." Taz nudged Jen's attention to a ray of amber light through the smoke. Her smile was soft, final. "The sun rose."