She was crying hysterically as she drove her car down I-75. The tears blurred her vision, but she knew the way home. Home. “How could she go home in this state?” She thought to herself, “I can’t let the children see me like this.” …and her husband, he’d had more than enough of the misery. …
The woman stood up abruptly which caused the girl to open her eyes. The woman extended her hand. The girl reached out and took it. The two women walked hand in hand, out of the house onto the simple wood slatted porch. “Our thoughts are of the utmost importance.”, said the woman as she led…
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,…
“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…