Rivva-Zo Norman
Bio
Just a perpetually tired girl, who loves bees, flowers and vintage everything. My stories allow for me to escape the blue in my mind and to find peace among the chaotic mess that is my life.
Stories (1/0)
fields of gold
The scent of lavender fills my senses as I enter the living room. I inhale delightedly, basking in the serenity the scent brings as I take off my coat. My eyes land on the newspaper I’d brought in earlier, my stomach churning as I read the headline. ‘Thousands Killed in Paris Bombing’. How am I supposed to raise a child in a world that is so cruel? Shaking my head, I pull my mind from such thoughts, knowing our chances of having a child were now non-existent, every avenue having already been exhausted. Hesitantly I call for my wife, the memories from the night before, flooding my mind… her hopelessness, my frustration, our tears.
By Rivva-Zo Norman3 years ago in Fiction
