Scarcrossed
Exploring the unspoken pain of the past
Time may heal all wounds
But the scars remain, unseen:
testament to loss.
About the Creator
L.A. Hancock
I'm a wife and mom, and this is my creative outlet. I am experimenting with lots of different writing styles and topics, so some of it is garbage, and I'm totally fine with that - writing is cheaper than therapy. Thanks for stopping by!
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Escape
They were in a beat up Chevy pick up truck and on the run. It was a silent ride early in the morning when he first escaped with his love, and Edward had his hands on the driver’s wheel with a death grip. Fresh out of the prison setting, John seemed in a catatonic state as soon as they hit the road. Moving out of Irvine, California and heading toward the San Diego–Tijuana trans border, things were feeling safer, but Edward was getting more worried about his boyfriend.
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