Margaret always talked about writing her story but could never get beyond the first chapter. Born illegitimately to a domestic servant in 1930s Brighton; the circumstances of her birth affected her whole life. Subject to emotional abuse from foster parents and her grandmother she married young and had four children...
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
"You write so beautufully, The inside of your head must be a terrible place" About a girl writer and a boy artist who found each other at the dark times.
"Does it hurt?" I asked, pressing on the wound. "Not as much as it hurts loving you, Hailey, " He stared into my eyes. Observing blood falling across his chest was brutally beautiful.
What goes on the mind of a dark randomized soul who thinks she is a psychologist and has hidden wings?