It seemed near, almost there, a little more. The realisation of emptiness were glaring omissions. The colourless environment, the shivering cold settles. Clearer, yet moonless, a nightmare, a lost dream. Impossible is all around, wash thy eyes again. Forsake this flight, profound feelings of anxiety. Let us wait for a miracle, we remain still.
The little boy was what was on her mind before she peered through the kitchen window. Samantha was sure she saw the same knotted tie laying on Paul’s garden on him yesterday […]