Beth Croft
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How To Save A Life
John glanced at the calendar, staring at today’s date encircled by several thick, red rings of ink. His eyes darted to two days ahead, even more red ink ringing that one. He stared at it, just as he had done over and over again for weeks, no, months now, actually. A long time either way. He’d been determined not to miss it this year. More determined than he’d ever been about anything. Now, finally, the day was here where he would start to right his wrongs.
By Beth Croft5 years ago in Families
How To Save A Life
John glanced at the calendar, staring at today’s date encircled by several thick, red rings of ink. His eyes darted to two days ahead, even more red ink ringing that one. He stared at it, just as he had done over and over again for weeks, no, months now, actually. A long time either way. He’d been determined not to miss it this year. More determined than he’d ever been about anything. Now, finally, the day was here where he would start to right his wrongs.
By Beth Croft5 years ago in Families
A Divine Symphony
Imagine for a moment the most beautiful, most exquisite musical instrument. Let’s say a piano. A stunning piece, hand crafted to perfection like nothing you’ve ever seen before. It gleams and glistens like it has been carved from one huge, single diamond, throwing beams of light of amazing colours in every direction. It really is one of the most beautiful things you have ever seen.
By Beth Croft5 years ago in Motivation
Time For Change
I almost allowed the door to slam shut behind me. Almost. Not dramatic enough, though. Not for the ending I’d envisioned, and I wanted this to be perfect. As perfect as my beautiful foot right now, wedged in the door. A perfectly pedicured foot in a silk stocking, in a brand new Jimmy Choo. A perfect and expensively adorned leg.
By Beth Croft5 years ago in Humans
Out Of The Shadows
The sound of the letter box startled me. The clattering of some envelopes on to the hard floor. I didn’t move. None of them would be for me anyway. A load of junk to a load of unknown names. People whose lives had also existed here at some point, just as mine was now. Existing.
By Beth Croft5 years ago in Humans
