Kari Kinzle
Stories (2/0)
Lilly
She stood there staring at the rubble. The world around her now grey, barely any color. She began sifting through piles; not really sure what she was looking for. She stood up, sighed and glanced over – the partial sun reaching out a small beam hitting on an object; she walked over to find a heart-shaped locket peeking out of some charred paper. She bent down to pick it up; it was engraved “To my sweet Lilly, Love Dad.”
By Kari Kinzle3 years ago in Fiction
Bipolar
We got home from work and he grabbed ahold of me and held me; tears welling up in his eyes he said “I should be the strong one, but it’s you, you’re the strong one,” then asked me to have Alexa play “Atlas Falls” by Shinedown. All the while he held me, sobbing.
By Kari Kinzle3 years ago in Psyche