Precipice
I’m standing at the edge, fidgeting with thoughts of jumping and turning back. Winds of change whoosh around me, threatening to push me. But I know they cannot. Falling is… Read more »
Tag: change
Sprout
A white stick camouflaged against the white marble. Two blue parallel lines stared back at her from a small oval window on it. The lifeless stick was the harbinger of the life growing within her.