I cannot rest when the moon is full, it’s wintery presence keeps me wakeful. That's why I told Keith I'd meet him in the theatre parking lot at this ungodly hour. I'd never met him before-well-not in person. But when this... Continue Reading →
Pam followed Idris' car to the hotel. She wondered what he was doing there. Was he meeting someone? Was he being unfaithful? Her heart thundered in her chest at the thought. She had given Idris the better part of three... Continue Reading →
The pain of betrayal The sting of your lies You strung us along With you soothing our cries You, pretending to be us Now, nothing more to discuss (140 characters) Copyright©2017- Vivian Zems Twittering Tales #45
Smell The Coffee 