I saw her through my bedroom window. Five am, as usual. The sky was still dark, and a fog covered the street as she came riding through it like a phantom newspaper delivery boy summoned from hell. The light on her bike pulsed and glowed, a steady heart that never failed to beat. I’d noticed…
Tag: grief
Flower Eleven: Marigold–Grief
Emma I began touring the floral shops on Friday morning. I’d never been so nervous in my life. It was the first time I was on my own on one of Grandmother’s weekend tests. Only Porter was with me, but he was just driving. I had to go into the shops all by myself. The…
Untold Tales by a Whimsical Wallflower 