The closed Jar. The Curiosity. The trembling fingers. The opened lid. The swarms of Them. The ominous humming. The Despair and Disease. The Malice and Hatred. The gasp. The fumbling hands. The closed lid. Too late. Too late. Too late. Trapped in the jar, Hope remains. Never to escape. Oh! Pandora what have you done? … Read more
A teensy-weensy story.
He watched his new bride fold the laundry. Including handkerchiefs. Just like his mother. They were so alike. It was an embarrassing thought. Did men really end up marrying their mothers? He tried to dismiss the thought. “What do you love about me?” he asked. She smiled and said “You remind me of my father.” … Read more