Victoria longed for the silence of autumn
rain when life was a snuggle with good
books rather then men who stayed long
enough to know she was a mistake.
.....Next time it would be different. It was
always was. Perhaps she found her silence; it was too late to ask.
Bill hated all socks but especially long ones.
His mother would say, ‘Don’t you think he
looks awfully cute in long socks?’
.....Making him blush and the girl next-door
laugh. His revenge came later.
.....‘Yes she likes wearing long socks,’ he would say, asking the nurses to ignore her
protests.
