My fingers trailed delicately along the hills and valleys of the tiny bottles packed tightly on the goldenrod-tinted shelves as I skipped into my grandmother’s kitchen. “Ooops! Sorry, Mama Willow!” I skidded to a stop.
By Jamie Brown5 years ago in Fiction
I ~ Beloved I have no name. I simply exist. The world as I knew it disappeared 25 years ago this month. I am but a shell, housing a beating heart. So. How do I know it has been 25 years?
