A Good Cry

Sun streamed through the windows and filled the room with a golden hue. It felt safe and peaceful. Delphia stood in the sitting room as she ironed Micky’s shirts. Her mind was filled with the memory of how the fabric she now pressed flat would bend and fold over her husband’s shoulder. A dog barked … Continue reading A Good Cry


A Morning Visitor

Caroline handed her husband his briefcase. Homer leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek before stepping out the front door. Caroline watched him descend the steps. She scanned the street, but found it void of others. Uncertain if it was a relief to find it empty or not, she began to ease … Continue reading A Morning Visitor