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Growing new wings

When she couldn't see the car anymore Sophie closed her eyes and imagined feeling her heart break. During the last year she had kept up the appearance of being the strong, but jilted, mother of two. Trudged on, made sure her children had everything she could give them and never once cried.  Today would be the first time she let them out of her sight for more than a day. Her now ex-husband had taken them on a week long trip up north, along with the younger and better looking woman he had left her for. She felt as if the only thing holding her together this last year was having the children in the house, putting them first and focusing on being the best mother she could be. Because who was she if they weren't around? The following eight days would most likely show her if there was anything of herself left, or if he had taken that away too.  Mechanically Sophie put the kettle on and as she put the last teabag in her favourite floral cup her phone chirped, telling her she had

beginnings and endings

eyes closed to the world the rain on my face washing my cheeks clean of smeared makeup fragments of shouted words like broken beads around my neck weighing me down my shoes drowning in puddles my hand in my purse holding the shards of us each memory cutting bleeding me dry I drown myself to live again to love again what was must die letting the rain do its thing soaking me through soon I'll be clean you are now a ghost of hearts past

Q is for?

Dust. The smell of dust and very old things.  "Mom said we shouldn't be in here..." Jane's whiny voice makes me even more determined to explore the abandoned house at the top of the hill. "She'll get mad." "Not unless someone tells her about it. What she doesn't know won't hurt us." I wished I had left my pouty faced little sister at home. "Aren't you a little bit curious about this place?" She makes a noncommittal sound and gets her phone out of the pocket. "You better not tell mom!"  "God! I'm texting Sarah about tomorrow night... I have a life you know." And even though she mumbles I can hear her say:  "I'm not some pathetic bitch with a bad attitude..."   God I really hate her sometimes. The dirty floor is covered with footprints and when I look into one of the small parlours I see that someone has smashed every piece of furniture into smithereens. "Assholes."  "Wh