jeanelaine
Dedicated to the fine arts, the article began. I wondered if that meant something special, to other people, to me it meant nothing. I knew the truth. Fine art my ass.
Some days I have nothing left, all is spent, all is gone. My energy has left in a sudden burst and an empty shell stands exhausted.
She made a move to separate the three of us and we scattered like a bunch of horses running wild. No way were we going to the store this afternoon, we wanted to stay home and play.
We all have an alibi for everything be it large or small, an alibi is right up there with the little white lie. Always ready on the tip of our tongue to spring into action and do our bidding.
I sat across from him at the table staring at my plate, the entree looked horrible. He spoke softly and I looked up making a face we both laughed, leaving the restaurant.
For the first time in weeks, like Sleeping Beauty, I fell into a deep sound slumber and slept through the night. The wet kisses that awoke me were followed by loud sharp barks as Harry bounced on my chest.
I touched my left ear, the skin felt empty and bare. I can't believe the one my husband gave me on my wedding day is gone. On hands and knees I crawl through the airport until black with the dirt of travels from the world over I find the tiny diamond earring.
I pull up to my desk expecting the words to come easy, they don't, no matter how long I sit here the words do not come. I wait and wait still the words do not come. I long to say what is in my heart and let you hear my love for you but the words do not come.
The rattle is pink like the blanket, the bedding, bonnet and paint. Everything points to the cute little bundle of joy so darling a little girl.
He kissed my neck and instantly I knew love had bitten me. I looked into his eyes and sparks flew as he smiled at me and my heart warmed with his embrace.
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