Women’s Web is saying Goodbye! Please make sure you read this important notification.
And it was so easy to blame her for anything that went wrong. She was the one 'responsible' for the mess in my life and in all our lives. Expected to darn all those dirty holes in there.
We heard the ambulance come in. I saw you on the stretcher, with blood pouring from your nose and head. I couldn’t even run out with all the lockdown.
For the village folk, she was like a daughter they never had, a friend they could trust. They treated her with unadulterated love and respect, they looked up to her.
So, there are still people on Earth who live in their flesh bodies. Who eat, drink, procreate and die. It is these Outsiders, as we call them, who usually take care of the maintenance of the Tower.
It was her daughter, who had taught her to look for the beauty that was there, waiting to be found amidst the misery that seemed to surround them both.
“Are you okay?” she began, her searching eyes backing up her cautious tone. “Was this your first ...?” She paused and did not continue with the keyword here – death.
Stay updated with our Weekly Newsletter or Daily Summary - or both!
Please enter your email address