Frozen by the fears of yesterday, he stopped to light the candle in the small church. No matter how many offerings he made, no matter how much he prayed, the hollow guilt never stopped haunting him. Wishing for a miracle, that would never come, he rested his head against the freezing wall of the ancient …Continue reading "Haunted – A Flash Fiction"
Daily Prompt asked us today: As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grownup (or becoming one), how far off was your idea of adult life? As a victim of child abuse (mentally, physically and sexually), I don’t remember having a vision of a …Continue reading "Vision Of Ourselves – A Language of Love"