See my soul, exposed and helpless, gossamer frosted-sugar shell. Shatters at each careless jolt, melts at every touch. Catch my eyes, unprotected and naïve, betrayers of my soul.
Having flickered on the edge of death for over two weeks, Abraham Jones opens his steely-grey eyes to the world of the living.
Monday morning larceny, I steal your time and drink your tea. One child to school, one still in bed, homework checked and pets are fed. You’ve taught me some amazing facts.