About Me
Sitting in the sun, away from everyone who had done him harm in the past,
he quietly listened to those who roamed by. He felt at peace in the moment,
hoping it would last, but knowing the reprieve would soon come to an end.
He closed his eyes, the sun beating down on face and he smiled.
He smiled for the first time in as long as he could remember.
Indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part
of her consciousness, filled her whole being with a vague anguish. It was
like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul's summer day. It was strange
and unfamiliar; it was a mood. She did not sit there inwardly upbraiding her
husband, lamenting at Fate, which had directed her footsteps to the path which
they had taken. She was just having a good cry all to herself. The mosquitoes
made merry over her, biting her firm, round arms and nipping at her bare insteps.
