The woman returned to the humble task of folding napkins. “If I were my mother…”, said the woman, “…I’d be ironing them.” The girl smiled, finishing up her biscuit and gently wiping her mouth with the linen napkin before setting it down on the table next to her plate. Her hands folded under her chin,…
Tag: Truth
The Corruption of Truth : Part One
“We, in our human form, are very similar to black holes.” The girl looked disappointed. The woman noticed. “…not in a negative sense, I’m not speaking of a void…which I think is a misconception about black holes anyway…” Her voice trailed off, following her thoughts. The woman smiled with eyes closed and shook her head…