i haven't been on in forever and long stories never work for me so short stories it is!
There are too many of them to even count on her. Ghosts as I call them. They come from living like she has. You see the loss and pain in her eyes, but there is something else too. Its the last shred of hope she has. She clings to it like a life line because it probably is. its been years since I met her and she still has that one line to hold onto. And now as I look at her I see it. That litle bit of hope is gone...
