The Visit (Part Two)

“She would return to her home at five o’clock in the evening every day. She would pass the gate, the neighbors, the children and walk on to her door as though the sanctuary was beckoning her. Her eyes took in everything that her ears heard. She would always return wearing a red scarf around her … More The Visit (Part Two)

The Visit

Ruth had coal in her eyes; a speck of white in an ocean of black. “Oh, please, not another sad story! If I want to cry my eyes out I can watch the news. Write about something great!” “Tragedy is the greatest gift of life!” “Oh, shut up! This is not Greece, and you are … More The Visit