A rush, adrenaline high - his hands shake walking away back stab left over son of a bitch silence engulfs the space on the floor, simplistic empty hole in the wall; questions follow and wounds never heal they go underground waiting for another day to step out and sabotage what tiny thread of hope that …
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Focused Suffragette
Old photographs Father front center Children in awe eyes wide Mothers hands tightly folded sepia images wrapped neatly pieces of linen loosely regarded memories change with the passing of time tied with a tender touch obsessive perfection silk ribbon once brilliant sapphire shade of blue faded edges similar to the way stories of the past …
Trilby Yates 