GYPSY WOMAN
Alone. The word was a constant void in the very core of her. It was the thing she feared most in the world. More than dying. Even more than God. …
Short Stories
“For the Love of Christy”
Blood was everywhere. On her hands…on the floor. She tried to scream but to no avail. Silence greeted her. She had to get help. He was dying… Christy awoke with …