Cafe
The table at which I sat was rather strange in itself. The way the writing adorned the side and wrapped around it, waving up and down as it went. The letters were cursive and black, the words ineligable, known only to some lost craftsman of the days....
The Good Things
He'd never experienced this before. He'd heard of it but he'd never had an issue with writing. The words always just seemed to flow through him as he wrote. But now, sitting in this lonesome cabin, he couldn't think of anything but her. The way she...
For The Best
So that's it then. The final push; a last 'hurrah'. We made it far, didn't we? We learned a lot from each other... We learned a lot from the experience. There are things I wish I could take back saying. There are things I wish I would have said, there...