Air. Clean, fresh, life-sustaining air. Finally. She promised him this would be the end. No more. She didn’t need them. For certain. Absolutely, the end.  I wish she had been honest. I wish she had even attempted to keep her promise. I suppose I am naive to think he was important enough to quit  “her… Continue reading The Hobby

Countless years on the shelf, passed over in preference for my sisters, Charlotte and Emily. It is dim here, and I haven’t been able to stretch, move or breathe deeply for such a long, lonely time. How long, I am not certain; I have lost all sense of time. The briefest of touch from a… Continue reading Anne, Who?