Light rain falling on my bare shoulders It makes me think about the way you soothe her...
A flash fiction for the daily prompt: beds. Loosely references Taylor Swift, specifically illicit affairs.
Even though I have 17 years of job experience, After working in medical transcription,
"Can I help you?" He shrugged. "I don't know. Can you help me?"
Let's speak to the wounds we made, To the memories that are played and replayed.
Yesterday, I received a text: He wants a divorce, he told me today. This from one of my very dear friends.
Falling for someone who does not deserve your love does not make you a stupid girl.
I was always fascinated with history, especially Victorian Era. Here's a taste of it :)
Disclaimer! This is not a true story and is a work of fiction! I don't know how to write about breakups, so I hope this makes sense.
Never withhold the truth. Be honest. Be real. Be upfront. It will come out at some point otherwise
Light rain falling on my bare shoulders It makes me think about the way you soothe her...
A flash fiction for the daily prompt: beds. Loosely references Taylor Swift, specifically illicit affairs.
Even though I have 17 years of job experience, After working in medical transcription,
"Can I help you?" He shrugged. "I don't know. Can you help me?"
Let's speak to the wounds we made, To the memories that are played and replayed.
Yesterday, I received a text: He wants a divorce, he told me today. This from one of my very dear friends.
Falling for someone who does not deserve your love does not make you a stupid girl.
I was always fascinated with history, especially Victorian Era. Here's a taste of it :)
Disclaimer! This is not a true story and is a work of fiction! I don't know how to write about breakups, so I hope this makes sense.
Never withhold the truth. Be honest. Be real. Be upfront. It will come out at some point otherwise