Ellen's mind was in a world of turmoil. She felt so utterly naked and exposed, even though nobody knew what she had seen. How could she go on all covered up, knowing that her feelings were trampled.
She didn't know what to do. All she knew was that she couldn't go back and she couldn't go on.
What she was going to do was to start tossing all his belongings out on the porch first thing in the morning after George went off to work.
She was now a train wreck thanks to that bastard.
picture I got on Pinterest.
Yet, the little boy didn't know that he had just kissed Medusa. Now it is yet a moment frozen in time. Yet the memory lives on.
my photo I took today
Lifeless. Or was she? Porcelain. Or was she? A dream? Was it really flesh and a beating heart that was underneath a mask?
She was crying inside. She always loved this doll. Shay was her favorite, but suddenly after an evening of sin, she woke up and was wondering why she was sitting on a shelf.
She could see her bureau in the distance, and wanted to grab her black laced bra that rested on the edge. And her packet of Wrigley's Mint Chocolate Chip gum was tempting her. Yet, she couldn't move.
Couldn't even turn her head. She felt so still. Looking down at close range and she could see Shay's outfit. She was wearing it. Then it dawned on her. She was Shay.
Why? What did she do? Who punished her?