Honesty wasn’t Eman’s strong suit. It would take a gale-strength wind to clear the deceit gathered through many years of a long, unhappy marriage. That or dynamite. Sausan sighed as she stood in the front hallway, looking in at a lifetime of memories.
Good for her!! It's good to be forgiving and patient but one day it's time to shake the dust off our feet and get moving. One of my favourite songs is I Believe I Can Fly... "I believe I can soar, see me running through that open door".
Let the Wind Blow
Good for her!! It's good to be forgiving and patient but one day it's time to shake the dust off our feet and get moving. One of my favourite songs is I Believe I Can Fly... "I believe I can soar, see me running through that open door".
Dascha, I'm catching up on Substack reading. 😁 This powerful story captures what many brave women have done. Wow!
Great story! I love seeing your fiction in my inbox!
Damn, I did this once. I am glad I did. It didn't take me long to run.