The Photos in the Hall

-still in the works-
"She pressed a cool washcloth to her swollen, bruising eye. She peered into the mirror, her finger wrapped around a dainty cross, that dangled on a chain. 'May god forgive,' she whispered into the night before shutting off the lights. "

A quick succession of events each unfolding more into this abused women's past, but leaving the reader on their seat for what happens next. All characters stay unnamed but yet you seem to find your heart droping for the women with the bruised eye, and yet stunned with her bravery as she stands there; the moon light dancing into the dips and concavity's where bone meets skin. Find out for yourself how life can move on, and how our reflections on our pasts can make us or break us.

"The birds could be heard chirping, cars leaving driveways, and faintly a cry of a baby dancing on the wind. "