Jess Edwards
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Burnt Toast
“Darling, I think you’re burning the toast.” “Grandma, I haven’t even put it in yet! I’m still making the coffee.” I’m making breakfast at my grandmother’s house. All us grandkids are supposed to rotate each weekend to come visit and look after her for a bit, to give Mum a break. Lately though it seems like my three brothers all have something better to do, so I’ve been picking up the extra slack. Not that I mind! She’s alright, as far as grandmas go. She can be a bit fussy at times though.
By Jess Edwards5 years ago in Families
Scratched
I’m done. A guilty thrill ran through me as I thought those words, but I knew them to be true. I simply had nothing left to give. We’d been pushing this relationship uphill for seven years - three years too long - and I truly had nothing left in the tank. Emma had let herself go of late, her alabaster skin had now turned pallid, her body softened and soured.
By Jess Edwards5 years ago in Criminal
