Prose 2 # Whispering memories of black and white

She looked torn apart in the war against life. Her innocence was lost in freckles and folds on her cheeks, telling me of her age. Those shrinking eyes, tired and gloomy with the lost spark of joy. She stood alone in the empty lobby with zero sign of presence and sighing with her chappy lips. Glancing in hesitation for familiar faces in the garden across the … Continue reading Prose 2 # Whispering memories of black and white