Fiction Story Excerpt Blessed be those who battle daily a mind that knows no peace. m.a.young As night falls draping its solemn darkness upon the earth like a heavy winter blanket, she curls into a tiny ball in the corner of her bed expecting their arrival. Hands locked tightly around her knees, holding them close to her chest. Eyes open wide, fighting the need for sleep they will never receive.
There is a reason old relationships are left behind to die. I don’t just mean romantic relationships—all relationships: friendships, familial, and romantic. Maybe you know why it happened, maybe you don’t. And I get it. We’re all feeling the pain of loneliness and isolation. Trying to fill hours, days, weeks, and months with something, anything. Stuck with a lot of time on our hands to reflect and reminiscence. This pandemic