Antoinette L Brey
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I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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Another night
Another night, all she wanted to do was fall asleep. She had learned that all you had to do was count sheep. She had even tried listening to the hush of ocean waves or falling rain. Tonight she was exhausted. She had stayed up to watch the football game. Her eyes had barely been able to stay open. She like a barn owl silently fell asleep. But her dreams were not silent, her dreams were not still, her dreams did not bring her peace. But when she awoke the next morning she was just relieved that she had slept. And yes it was past her usual morning start time. Yes, she was not an emotional mess. She took her bath and got dressed. She combed and fixed her hair even though nobody would see it. This was her retirement she was not going to get depressed.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
Does he contain all knowledge
She cried. She often wept about her past. A pain she could not erase. She had searched the internet for him. She knew, that you could not return to the past. She knew according to logic he would be married with children, but still she just wanted to know for sure, but the worldwide web had not yielded the answers she had searched for. But did she really want closure or did she want to hold on to the hope. He had been the love of her life. Not the one she had wanted to be a housewife with. Not the one she had once thought she had wanted to marry, but the one she would do anything for. Who she would have stood by through any storm.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
What You Envision
She stared at the photo on the wall. She missed her mother and her stories of sorted men, She had been smart. No man had extracted a fee from her, Sara had been a child of love but not containment. Her father could never understand why his love would need to sleep with other men. Sara gazed in awe at the shapely figure in the photo. Her mother always wore a wig when she worked. She worried that someone from the other side of her life would recognize her. Sundays she prayed with the rest of them. She was a creature of God, even if most of God's followers would have her rot in hell.
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Fiction
