Water – Raelyn Pracht

Hope Awaits (Two Sentence Tuesday)

Dare I cross over the still water into a new beginning? Hope awaits on the other side.

TSM 225: Aftermath

Stillness. An eerie calm settles in as blades cease to spin. Murky water sits -vacant, placid. There is nowhere to go. The morning light brings forth contradiction. She looks down at the mud between her toes – the dry earth now swallowed into the mouth of yesterday’s storm. Only now is there stillness. Only nowContinue reading “TSM 225: Aftermath”