Frank stared at the naked girl on his phone trying to place where he’d seen her face before. Of all the images he’d received in the last few weeks, this one looked the most familiar
“I accidentally send you a bunch of nudes of myself. I was talking to… never mind, but I clicked on the wrong contact and send them to you instead.”
“Thank you so much for coming, I’m sorry I had to keep you waiting, but no matter what is going on in a school there is always something else happening. Please take a seat.”
“Good, now your beds are in that building and I will come get you for dinner in 3 hours. So be ready or run the hill!”
James rolled over on the couch and looked at his therapist, who cocked an eyebrow and said.
“I can’t say that I have, but I have heard you say things like this before. I thought you were supposed to be clean?”
“The doctors tried to tell me once that it wasn’t my fault, that I was simply born this way. Personally, I don’t like that way of thinking. Makes me feel undervalued. A lot of work goes into my little art projects you know.”
My Creativity By D. I. Jolly They say love is the most honest emotion a person can feel, and that to be truly in love is to be blessed. In my experience, it was never so simple. Perhaps I put my feelings in the wrong people, perhaps I never truly understood those feelings in the…
Violence has a way of staining a soul. It doesn’t matter how you interacted with it, once it’s there, it’s there. And those who know can see it.
His three children had been warned that the end was fast approaching and even if it wasn’t that day, the amount of lucid time he had left was running out. None of them had had particularly bad relationships with their father but it was far from smooth sailing.
They both nodded knowingly and relaxed back into the comfort of a complicated discussing, skilfully dodged.