Winter WonderlandA tiny flake falls to the ground and lands on the tip of her tongue. The first flake of winter, the first snow of the year. Other flakes follow it's descent down from the sky onto the earth below. They cling to her black hair, white against black. In a few short minutes her hair is intertwined with the cold winter night.The street she stands on is part of the old city. The houses all but standing mostly just rubble and bricks. Gas lamps erected in the street at regular intervals, once beautiful and lit, now dusty and broken. She could almost imagine how the street used to be beautiful and elegant in the newly fallen snow.Children would be walking home from school, laughing about the days' events, gossiping about rumours. Parents would be arriving home from work in their carriages their horses tired from the ride home. Footprints would be engraved in the snow from both the horses and people along with wheel tracks from the carriages.As the sun start
Invisible Ponderings.They never said they were proud, although she really tried.They hardly said they loved her, and it cut up her soul.They never had enough, and she suffered everyday.They inflicted verbal wounds, she never let it show.They thought she was fine, they never had a clue.