Beautiful women are the torment of my existence.
Beautiful women are the torment of my existence.
A bathrobe answered the door. Inside it, a woman...
He was skinny with soft hair, and his thick, murky eyes watched as the stranger played one more song in the heavy room. From face to face, he looked on as the man played and the woman wept. The different notes handled her eyes. Such sadness.
Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instrument strapped to her body in the long, moon-slit night.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories