I am adrift in this world. Propped up by caricature and vice but alone nonetheless. Shards of light, intermittently pierce this darkly lit space but they are too few and far between to be held up as examples of an alternative way of life.
I am alone. In this world. It is a point which is to all intents and purposes moot as I have made my peace with all previous avenues of faith that once upon a time gave me reason to believe, have purpose... all that is except for you, sweet Angeline.
If it weren't for you, I would have surely ended my time upon this desert many moons ago and re-joined the ether from whence I came. But just knowing that you exist, gives me reason to keep turning the pages. That and a strange feeling that my presence, albeit from afar, is somehow enough to keep you safe.
Angeline, sweet Angeline, for you I will be the guardian Angel that I never had.
YOU ARE READING
ANGELINE
Short StoryA darkly hewn tale of the cyclical nature of abuse within one family... A story of 2 mothers, 2 daughters and their silent struggle towards an exit of the pattern...
