Mad drabble
Author: lilachigh
Title: The mills of God....
The memories of bitter loss were as clear today as always: they never left him. He woke every morning with the feel of her hand on his forehead, her kiss on his cheek, her voice warm with love. But always the underlying thread of caution, of fear. He sometimes wondered with pain what his life would have been like if she’d been a different woman, if he hadn’t been consumed by burning anger for so many years. But as Robin nailed the last cross on the wall, he remembered the old saying, “Don’t get mad, get even.”
Title: The mills of God....
The memories of bitter loss were as clear today as always: they never left him. He woke every morning with the feel of her hand on his forehead, her kiss on his cheek, her voice warm with love. But always the underlying thread of caution, of fear. He sometimes wondered with pain what his life would have been like if she’d been a different woman, if he hadn’t been consumed by burning anger for so many years. But as Robin nailed the last cross on the wall, he remembered the old saying, “Don’t get mad, get even.”