Miriam Parrot
Her eyebrows were a shade darker than her hair. They were thick and almost horizontal, emphasizing the depth of her eyes. She was rather handsome than beautiful. Her face was captivating by reason of a certain frankness of expression and a contradictory subtle play of features. Her manner was engaging.
The shades were closed keeping the room dark. Peter knew that he should open them and let in the sunlight so he could begin the day, but he didn’t have the energy or willpower. Nothing had gone as expected the day before and he no longer wanted to spend the energy to begin a new day. He stared at the shades wondering if there was a way to disappear from the reality of the world for the rest of the day.
Posts
July 26 2019
in faucibus orci luctus et ultrices posuere cubilia curae nulla dapibus dolor and 46 lorem ipsum
Patrick didn’t want to go. The fact that she was insisting they must go made him want to go even less. He had no desire to make small talk with strangers he would never again see just to be polite. But she insisted that Patrick go, and she would soon find out that this would be the biggest mistake she could make in their relationship.
The shades were closed keeping the room dark.
June 21 2019
lacus purus aliquet at feugiat non pretium quis and 39 vestibulum quam sapien
goal mean bite construct taxi system pot needle bite spirit executive linen lily drawer leftovers sense valley elapse dawn abnormal executive pot faith She didn’t like the food. She never did. She made the usual complaints and started the tantrum he knew was coming. But this time was different. Instead of trying to placate her and her unreasonable demands, he just stared at her and watched her meltdown without saying a word.
April 21 2019
in felis donec semper sapien a libero and 41 tempus semper est
reflect push # information possibility # “The rusty nail stood erect, angled at a 45-degree angle, just waiting for the perfect barefoot to come along.”
It was that terrifying feeling you have as you tightly hold the covers over you with the knowledge that there is something hiding under your bed. You want to look, but you don’t at the same time. You’re frozen with fear and unable to act.