It was a perfect summer evening in 1782.
It crept through darkness. Shadows lingered over my bed. I waited, blankets pulled up, eyes searching the dark, breath ragged. I could feel it touching me, the only human in the room. My name, a […]
I was seven the first time I learned about death. The cold finality of it all surrounded me like a blanket, keeping me company the remaining days of my life.
*Trigger warning – Domestic violence
Taylor sat on the pier and stared into the deep forest that surrounded the river. She squinted her eyes and waited, hopeful to catch a glimpse of the moment the dingy went over. He would still be alive when the current pushed him over Aurora Falls, hopefully, aware of his impending death.