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Untitled 22 Jan 2012 | 09:10 am
In the weeks that followed her certainty grows. His memory no longer a faint ghost but a living part of her, roused from slumber. It was time to go back
Untitled 27 Oct 2011 | 09:39 am
It seemed there was always a third person with them. His presence like a specter just over her shoulder, in the corner of her eye. She could ignore it no longer. She knew she had to see him.
Untitled 1 Aug 2011 | 10:26 pm
Why had he come? It would never be the same without her. Her ghost shadows him at every turn. His mind never resting, grasping, wondering, where is she now? It doesn't matter, after all, does i...
Untitled 10 Jul 2011 | 10:33 am
The bleakness of the empty, silent mornings.
Untitled 4 Jun 2011 | 09:27 am
He was always there these days, in her dreams, hidden behind her eyes. Waiting quietly for the still moments, the unsuspecting moments when suddenly he was all she could see or smell or hear. .....
Untitled 13 Apr 2011 | 04:37 am
The slow drip of the tap, the quiet tick of the clock, each little sound reminding her of her aloneness. Of what she has lost. What she gave up.
Untitled 6 Apr 2011 | 10:05 am
On his wanderings he could not help his mind dissecting everything they had been. He should have known. There were times he wondered who she dressed for? She would take such care to make herself be...
Untitled 7 Mar 2011 | 11:53 am
After everything, to come home and find his trusty, cheerful little friend frozen on the windowsill, it seemed a blow too cruel. And a grief clutches him as he takes it tenderly in his hand, and....
Untitled 24 Dec 2010 | 07:17 am
On the heels of the bitter winter that came and settled itself, burrowing deep into the surrounding forest, came a certainty, like a creeping ice that slowly spread through his chest, that held h....
Untitled 23 Oct 2010 | 02:56 am
He could hear seagulls in the distance. "Where are you? Are you with him?" The silence said it all. Like a stone in his gullet. And he hated himself for asking.
