Memiors

Random things I remember. Good memories, not so good memories; memories

A Christmas To Remember

It was just like, the good old days.

Plucked

The cadaver lay quiet, made up to reflect the image of yesterday’s peaceful slumber. Empty as a black hole in the atmosphere; nothing enters; nothing escapes.

The Fallen Rose

The Fallen Rose With the past behind, she flourishes in her new home. Amongst the smaller flowers, a new life emerges, Where smiles and sunshine nourish her soul.