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.
Musings, bits of whimsy, tales of travel, and the occasional bits of poetry.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Mother, Daughter
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.
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