A diffrent kind of Thursday Throw Out
Welcome back! It has been a crazy week. Actually had a couple days off, and with the great weather I have been spending as much time outside gardening as possible. There is something therapeutic about digging in the dirt, being one with the plants and purifying the soul with sweat! My mom gave me a ton of perennials to put in the ground. Any thing she touches grows like a weed so I am set for a while. Well this week I am doing something different. I am posting a short story that I wrote recently. I am calling it a short story because I am not sure I want to delve too far into it. It was more of a therapeutic musing than a spark of revelation, so i digress. Even so, I hope you like it! *** She walks up the stairs bracing herself for the explosion to come. He rarely even looks at her anymore. The words exchanged between them are clipped, bitter. Their lives had become an empty promise, driving a spike into her broken soul. Then comes the blame, the harsh words, the deprecati...