Joined July 2021
The sun was shining. The yellow flowers in the field reverently bowed and swayed to acknowledge the passing breeze while the sun’s rays generously bestowed their warmth to all below. However, none of that warmth reached Iola. In her heart was only the cruel frigidity of betrayal.
Clink! Sheryl looked up from her desk, startled at the noise that had caught her attention. Her view slowly spanned up from the paperwork she was signing, to a plate of chocolate cake that was recently placed on her desk, to the retracting arm that had just placed it there, to the man connected to that arm who was staring her dead in the eye.