Monologue

[ohnia]

She was captivating.

It’s snowing, great white starry flakes that cling into my hair for a minute, melting and running in icy drops of down the back of my neck.

So now here I am, standing with a small crowd of mourners at the graveside. We are outside a Gothic, gray-stone church. It was a freezing cold afternoon, with the wind whipping across our

Comments

[fancyann1974]

sounds very intresting...cant wait to see how it progresses
thank you for sharing

[ohnia]

Your welcome dear :) glad youre enjoying it :D