Empty Eyes

"His eyes looked empty." She'd read that line a million times, heard it a million more. But she'd never experienced it. Never understood what it meant to have "empty eyes," until now. They were void of all emotion. Black. Hollow. Like the door to the abyss swung open right before her. There was nothing. Not … Continue reading Empty Eyes

Sweet Teas

The sweet teas sat, guiltily untouched, in their rightful cup holders. How dare they be so expensive. How dare she quietly ask him to "stop" when he started bitching about the cost ($4.85 for two larges) in a voice that made the baby startle and the drive-thru worker look at her with pity. She should have known better. His voice boomed, clapping like thunder in the small SUV as they drove away from Wendy's. She drove silently, desperately trying to keep her tears at bay so not to upset him even more.