He needed a woman. Not just any woman would do, but a petite woman who was fiercely independent and thought she was tough. Well, that is what he wanted, anyway, to make the chase that much more fun. He loved it when a little woman realized just how small she truly was under his demanding and brutal tutelage. He leaned back in the chair that he occupied in a street side cafe, watching the people walk past him, oblivious to the havoc he could wreak upon their lives if he so chose. A smirk briefly crossed his lips, quickly dissipating at the approach of one of the servers of the café.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Sunday, February 2, 2014
She was young to become a mother, only sixteen. Yet, a mother she became. A daughter had a daughter, becoming a mother, but what it was to be an adult, she still had yet to discover. She took steps down her path, made her way through a woods that became twisted, full of quagmires and brambles. Her daughter was her focus, a reason to survive anyway that she could. Her ties with her own parents became strained, love there, but not always acknowledged.