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Tag Archives: guilt
Hiding is futile Guilt can wear many faces Some still melt the heart Ani demands that I point out that these are old photos and she would not dream of unstuffing anything these days… she says.
Trudging through the cold night, the last remnants of the winter snow on the ground, she finally saw the lights glowing from the windows ahead. Above her the familiar turrets of the castle loomed. Four years since she had been … Continue reading
I was given a clock for Christmas, a clock framed by pictures of my grandchildren. I hung it on the wall, marvelling at how quickly life can change. I, who was a young woman not two minutes ago, or so … Continue reading
Reblogged from The Jack Lockwood Diaries: I pushed my friend from the first floor window ledge. His screams rang in my ears as I ran back home, crying my eyes out. It had all happened sixty-five years ago, and now, … Continue reading
Standing outside the church gates, the man watched the vehicle speed away, spewing fumes into the June summer air. He heaved a sigh of relief and walked back inside. That was one more abandoned girl married off. His cataract laid … Continue reading