Sunday, December 4, 2016

Resting on the multitude of pillows

Between the affection, hugs and womanly discourses, Anne flourished. Not one to push herself forward, it took longer for her relax at school, but eventually a young girl living on the nearest farm approached her with friendship and they became inseparable. 
Later, they sent Christmas e-mails, but their differing lifestyles interfered, and they eventually lost touch. For a second, Anne wondered if Denise was still in Walsh Creek, or if she and her husband Marty, Clint’s one-time best friend, had moved on.
Once under the covers, snuggled between her silken sheets, and resting on the multitude of pillows she loved to pile around her; Anne let the reminiscences of the best, and worst, night of her life flood into her mind. It had been years since she’d allowed this indulgence. These remembrances always left her in tears, and wrought with pain that took weeks to shake. Therefore, she’d weaned herself off them by pure force of will. Not to mention the sleeping pills, when the persistent memories had refused to be blocked.

Excerpt from Love Me Tender by Mimi Barbour
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