The Monument

One month after his wife’s burial, Lionel was once again at her grave. As before, he spent his time grieving, hurting. Being there seemed to be the only solace he could find these days. Kneeling with his face pressed against the ground, tears welled from his eyes and wet the grass. Wanting to be ever……

Vortex

In the middle of a beautiful garden, a thin mist surrounds a small, concrete bench. On the bench sits a man, sobbing and holding his head low. “Is there nothing else I can do?”he manages to say in between sobs. He stands. A few tears run down his cheek as he waves his arms at……