“Brenda” Ralph addressed the woman as he stepped into the tense room. Pamela turned to face the man, praying to whatever Gods existed that he would pretend the woman in front of her didn’t exist, or at least show some hatred towards her. That was only wishful thinking. His expression had softened, his thin lips pulling into a half smile but his ( Read more... )

Summer was long gone by the time Pamela had returned to America. Stone grey pavements were covered with a healthy coating of thin, withered sunset toned leaves, while the once humid air had a gentle breeze to it, the sort that made you long for the warm arms of another. Clear blue skies were now filled with fluffy white clouds, blocking the burning ( Read more... )