Musings and Longings
She sat quietly. She looked calm. She was all drenched. The park was empty. It was raining heavily. The leaves were all wet.
The sudden rain was livening after the long summer.
A bird had just flown back to the nest atop that big tree. She was happy that no one could see her tears. She wanted to look calm.
She was happy that no one could know she was broken from inside.
She thought of the baby. She thought of her life. She wanted to cry her heart out. But, that would make her look weak. Although alone, she wanted to look strong. She is now a killer. She didn’t want to. But she did. He wanted her to. ...
