The Pesty Prickle of a Provocateur

"Sometimes though, a little while later, I find that it was premature and the Prick. Still. Stings."

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Waiting. Waiting. Gone.

Divorce is a veiled monster who grazes on green pastures, over there, on the other side. Waiting. Waiting. Gone. They say, "Kids are resilient and brilliant. Soon they won't know what's different." Waiting. Waiting. Gone. Memories that would be and memories that won't be, linger in "what ifs?" and "should be's." Waiting. Waiting. Gone. Forgotten … Continue reading Waiting. Waiting. Gone.