Spotting the dog lying beside the bench, he rushed over to it. His gaze also fell upon the leash, carelessly
“Leave her here, let her die!” they sneered, tossing the old woman into the snowdrift.
You said you married me because I was convenient today! she snapped. He shrugged, unfazed. So what?
The November wind cut through the skin like knives, while a damp, bone-chilling cold rolled in from the river.
My mother and sister saw me as nothing more than a walletthey never truly cared to know me.
Thomas shoved open the front door hard, letting the cold gloom of early dusk spill into the dim hallway.
A year had slipped by since her only son, Oliver, had passed away. The funeral had been a quiet, sombre
You said today you married me because I was convenient! she shouted. He shrugged. So what? Is that so bad?