Coldness Stories

Approaching the cottage from the long country lane, with the sunlight shining directly on it, it held so much promise. Behind it was an inviting deep wood, and in one corner of the garden hens strutted, clucked and pecked behind mesh. Across open fields, corn gold in the summer lay the farm where Frankie was staying. Rabbits appeared all the time, stoats and foxes could be seen from time to time, and birds, all kinds of b...

I beg of you don’t be depressed, or become totally obsessed, with what you see as your emotional strife. I know you are consumed with pain, wondering if once again, you’ve made a bad mistake about your life. For you have said you love me so, and never want to see me go, because I fill a void in your sweet soul. And now you see me build a wall, and not acknowledge you at all, as if I did not care about your role. So there...