“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?
The bitter November wind cut through the skin like knives, while the damp, bone-chilling cold rolled
A Wealthy Lady Visits Her Sons Grave and Finds a Weary Barmaid with a Babe What She Learned Altered Her
After nineteen years, my mother reappearednow she wants money and a roof over her head. I was ten when