Those first rumours of his affairs, I went over one Sunday afternoon. I was startled, realizing that he is a stranger.
One Sunday Afternoon
Remarkable Narratives
The strange inception of remarkable narratives, slowly evolve and gradually lead to truth.
The Moment
They paced the moment gradually yielding to feelings. He loved none but her.
Jack Frost
Jack Frost raging cold and wet left her shivering in misery.
Velvet Darkness
A velvet darkness of winter and the swarming snow particles vaporing off in distance. My little paradise.
Light Around Her
The light around her rare magic, light of wonder - turning life and sorrow to song.
My Anger
I took possession of my anger and I cannot stop myself.
I Did Not Love
It was marvelous to discover that I did not love. I dare say, I seemed all tenderness before you: But the depth of the absurdity - of genuine idiocy, that I could love. I have avoided this.
Extract My Heart
I fear another betrayal should be the last. my journey was sadder than I could put down, my history, dree, and dreary! And not exactly a kind which I should have chosen but never mind! I'll extract my heart and I'll continue whole.
A New Page
A new page. My narrative suddenly changed purpose created ever in new direction.
