A creased forehead and left arm crossed over her chest, a twisted knot of worries as she stared at the sunset.
She slept hoping sunrise would bring peace but woke up to find her worries had an accomplice, panic.
She hoped the answer would come before today’s sunset, but if last night was anything to go by …
Written in response to Sonya’s three line tales.
Happy new week folks, I hope peace finds us or we find peace today.