Hi there! It's been nine painfully uncreative years since I dabbled with writing again.I paid for Vocal plus because I figured that would give me a push to publish more stories. Wish me luck! <3
"What was he like, Ma?" It wasn't often that I found the right opportunity to ask her about him. But whenever I did, I was always hesitant. "He... was a musician." My mother always kept her answers short. It hurt her to remember. But she should have known, that it hurt me not to know at all.