Tag: healing

Tarmac

The tarmac I was standing on could have been anywhere.  The parking lot and nearby road were eerily silent.  Nothing was moving.  I ...

Scars

I sat in the restaurant, staring at the scar on the limb, knowing today was coming.  Today is the shared birthday ...

Rest

The two chairs by the elevator offered a place of rest. As pristine as each chair looked, I am sure ...