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I feel foreign in my own country now. In my own street and my own house. I can’t turn back the clock but how I wish I could. All of those looks and smiles and words were wasted but I thought I was doing the right thing. Mostly I just sit in my living room now watching this strange new world through the grey net curtains and wish that I hadn’t said what I did.

Posted By Sazzle On 04.22.2011 @ 9:23 am

The statement stared at her. She stared back. There was the proof, the trail that she needed but that she really didn’t want to see. She didn’t want to believe in it. She hadn’t stayed in those hotels or eaten at those restaurants. He had. And he hadn’t been alone. What to do next would take a week to decide.

Posted By Sazzle On 03.11.2011 @ 8:57 am

A ragged old dog. Just a dog. Sitting there panting in the heat. He was watching for his master to come back. He was a loyal ragged old dog. He loved his master but his master had just killed a man. And he was burying the body while the loyal ragged old dog sat and waited.

Posted By Sazzle On 01.10.2011 @ 1:04 pm