I hope you have a great week end. I'm having a wonderful day.
She hesitated timidly, obeying the silent whisper in her soul that said, “Go in.”
She looked at the plants and would have walked away, except that something inside kept pushing. The plants were dancing, the flowers singing. Their music was eerie, unnerving. They were mocking her. She hated them for their insolent joy. How dare they!
“Good morning, Paula.” The attendant’s gentle voice startled her and detonated the emotional violent bomb Paula had succeeded in hiding…until now. Paula beat that innocent woman to a pulp.
The Universe sighed as it looked on, knowing that even that could not bring her son back to life.