Source Deep in thoughts and upsetting emotions, surrounded with emptiness and doubts, Mr Simpson sat in the dining area of his three bedroom condo, on his expensive Egyptian Oak dining table, on his table

Like a child born pure his soul White as snow Not to be judged cause they don’t know. Unable to keep secrets They don’t tell, they Are not afraid to loose With minds like a vine They grow to become Fresh

One more turn, and then I'll be right as rain. I can feel the allure of safety in my stomach, and a gut-wrenching fear at the same time of losing it. I run like a possessed goose, panting like a mongrel,

Source Mary Jane growing up only had one parent. At a little age she felt that a child was only supposed to have one parent. So it was weird when she came to school and found her friends had two parents.

Whisky with Death

The Ink Well weekly fiction prompt for short story writers