Papa always told her she was powerful. “Watch, Nikki,” he said, pointing at the sky, “Stare at that cloud and wish it away… Keep staring. It will disappear.” “Papa! The cloud is breaking apart!! I did it, Papa. I did it!” “Yes, Little One, you did… And now you know how powerfulContinue reading “Finding Power”
Tag Archives: Mourning
Being With You
Somewhere deep in my subconscious is a nagging doubt. When it rises, I fling it to the furthest corner of my mind, where it rots and festers. I don’t care. I’m well-versed in denial. “What are you thinking?” you ask, snuggling more deeply into my arms. “Nothing. Just… I don’t want this to end.” YouContinue reading “Being With You”
Driving With the Top Down
The sun is on my back… Here I am in the car… His car. The top is down, even though I know my skin will burn. He would have put sunblock on me… He would have enjoyed a day like today. The sun is on my back as I drive. The road ahead is freeContinue reading “Driving With the Top Down”
Without
It takes a moment for everything to change. A knock at the door, a man in uniform… He speaks the words you simultaneously dreaded and thought impossible. One moment you’re happily planning a sexy evening and the next… You stand on a precipice, an endless void in the place of your soul. It feels asContinue reading “Without”
Natolie Webb 