The Rancor in Her Tone
He almost winced at the rancor in her tone
The bitterness with which she spoke
As she hurled accusations in his direction
No thought or reflection
Just adamant rejection
Of what HE might be feeling at the time.
Around the next bend
absolute drivel.
Our lives are a Christ-like fragrance rising up to God...2 Corinthians 2:15
I have a hyperactive imagination.Welcome to my world. You can get here by way of Astoria Blvd.,Sunrise Hwy or Wyoming Avenue~
Wise. Witchy. Wonderful.
Books by author Diana Coombes
fiction that isn't fit for them
Mississippi life culture lifestyles inspiration
Normalising the conversation about Grief.
The One Where She Stumbled Through Her 40's and Faced Her Demons
Live Green | Declutter | Simplify Life
www.pjpaintings.com
Original Beats By JakeBreh
living creatively
My Reflections and Expressions
Who, What, When, Where, How & Why
Original fiction, creative nonfiction, and other musings from along the Hudson River.
The more I explore, the more I know. The more I know, the more I realise I don't know.
Twisted Trunk Travels 
So often the way. When happy, content, we think of the other; when greatly pissed off we are self absorbed
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