Saving Grace. Part 2.

Continued from… His hand beneath her head, he sat beside her carefully, trying not to jerk her awake. The street was cold, almost wet. He took off his jacket and placed it on the ground. He awkwardly shuffled on to it. He checked his watch. Another 20 minutes to full light. What am I doingContinue reading “Saving Grace. Part 2.”

Masks.

She masquerades an inner beauty, Afraid to show her true skin, The glaze of pious may bedazzle others, And they may brand her to be sinfully evil. … He masquerades an inner sensitiveness, Empathy and concern lie just beneath, But the world around tells him to man up, To blend in he treats everyone roughContinue reading “Masks.”