Look in the mirror and describe what you see.

Her hands run across her stomach, one of the few parts of her that she likes, the pale skin reflecting in the moonlight, slowly a finger hits, and begins to trace a scar on her side. That one was any chance of children. Not that she wanted them, but..
Not wanting to think of it, she rest her hand on her ( Read more... )

What decision would you never want to make again?

“Mr. Crawford?” She knocked again, harder, “Mr. Crawford! We need you to open this door!” There was another scuffle inside, and Tosca sighed inwardly. She knew the drill, let him be when he locks the door, and clean up the mess in the morning. But this was an emergency and it was her job to make ( Read more... )