Remnants of yesterdays bonfire smolder on the bank, barbed wire posts too damp to burn are propped at angles like skeletons legs. The wind whips my hair across pinkend cheeks, wipes drops from moist eyes as I trudge aimlessly across the empty landscape. A gnawing in my abdomen makes me tremble; my hands shake as I recognise my own emptiness.
An hour passes me by, legs heavy and joints begin to ache as I work my way home. Lifting my foot to plant it firmly in the kissing gate where we stopped and kissed last night; the irony of it makes my lips twitch and my chest tight. In the emptiness I succumb to tears; self indulging, long overdue by my reckoning.
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Thank you Sue, I hope sharing helps me connect with some more bloggers, I scramble trying to answer and reply to every visitor and blogger I can… but numbers and shares are still slow to grow. Have a great week.
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Come over for a guest post and introduce yourself, Ellen 🙂
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I’d like that, please email me how you would like it done.🤗
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Just have a look on the guest post TB on the menu…It is all in there 🙂
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Will do.
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