: About Me

Outside the windowsill hung with icicles, the last of the snow had fallen blanketing the ground that shown glistening against the black still winter's night. A deep silence fell through the house with only the bare crackling sound of ambers in the fireplace. The tired widow shut the drapes and sat in her rocking chair that always creaked when it went back and forth that made the old woman's only companion, a tired old tom cat purr and hiss. As she rocked back and forth a dent shown in her permanent and her long bony nose began to drip from the heat being too low. As she reached for a hanky...