striking matches to watch 'em burn
The man noticed her, stopped and offered his help. He looked so happy, it was both refreshing and sickening. Aisha was still racked with bitterness, about the state of her grounds, the people they'd lost. Joy felt like a reach, but she could manage gratitude, friendliness. And so she reciprocated, offered a small smile and nodded, "A hand, a leg, I'll take whatever you're offering."
She moved over, to show him the pile she was making off the side of the road. It was a mix of things, lost and sad and broken, fragments of faulty doors and other unfortunate things. She'd brought a broom from the manner to sweep the cobble, it lie next to her pile and would be used once the major rubble was removed from the section.
She moved over, to show him the pile she was making off the side of the road. It was a mix of things, lost and sad and broken, fragments of faulty doors and other unfortunate things. She'd brought a broom from the manner to sweep the cobble, it lie next to her pile and would be used once the major rubble was removed from the section.
little seed, every bud blooms
AISHA
