She sits in silence. The only sound she hears is the pumping of her own blood in her ears. Her heart is racing.
I’m a food junkie. Potatoes are my food of choice but they have not been kind to me.
You wake up at 6:50 AM. You tell yourself that it’s okay. Work is only a fifteen-minute walk away anyway.
The mourners converge on the casket. It is open and people start to cry and weep and wail even louder as they view the body.
Luke wakes up and looks at Helen. She smiles at him and his heart melts. She looks beautiful in her dishevelled hair and wrinkled up clothes.