He's So Perfect...
He was just so breath-taking. When we looked at each other it was about decision making. My heart was his for the taking. He made me laugh from my very soul. It was written in Destiny's Scroll our hearts were meant to be a whole. When I heard the alarm clock ring, it was then I knew he was only a dream and I was left with my heart aching.
About the Creator
Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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