TOWARDS A NEW LIFE_Honey Tea And A Summer Breeze._ALONE_Of Two Lines Crossing
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TOWARDS A NEW LIFE
Karen had a doctorate in psychology and was part of a team of citizens who helped people to overcome problems. She was a professor in the university and had a clinic at home to attend to those in need of psychological counselling. Karen was nearing 45 and she had remained a spinster. She lived in an exclusive suburb in the house left to her by her parents who were no more. She was tall, fair, with a pleasant smiling face and always had her greying hair in a bun. That Sunday morning, she was in her house coat seated in a chair facing the garden. It was a day when she would keep away from her b...
Honey Tea And A Summer Breeze.
Donna was always the quiet type. With parents who taught her to hold her tongue and sit up straight, it was no wonder she ended up that way. They always told her 'the world will never change; it favours the wicked and leaves the rest to perish'. Of course, they always placed themselves with the perished crowd, dragging Donna along with them.From the time she began school to the day of graduation, none of her classmates had much to say about her. She was bland. She blended in. When letter after letter of college acceptances landed on Donna's doorstep, she chose the one that would lead her furt...
ALONE
Mandy drove up to the cabin and parked. She set and stared at the cabin, as hundreds of memories flooded her mind. The tears began to fall, her world had come to an end a week ago. She had nothing to live for so why live. She had decided the cabin was the best place to end it all. Mandy had always been a christian and she knew suicide was wrong but she really didn’t care what God thought anymore. He had taken all her reasons for living, so now she would take her own life. www.onedoor.ccMandy opened the car door and exited her blue forerunner, David had bought for her birthday. She couldn’t think about th...
Of Two Lines Crossing
A year from now, she’d be married. She’d be curled up in bed with a stranger and a glass of champagne and the title of the next year as a crown atop her head. A year from now she’d be smiling and happy and loved. She’d have a stable job, a house with two stories, a stranger and a glass of champagne.She told herself this, with a hand wrapped around a cold glass. Whiskey, not champagne, but at least she had the crowd of strangers around her, like curtains on a stage, and her at the bar in her costume of a woman alone on New Years Eve.He was a villain, a victor, a side character. He was the man ...