“You keep leaving. I can’t trust you.” I stared out the window. My mother lowered her newspaper. “Don’t talk to the snow. It isn’t healthy.”
“You keep leaving. I can’t trust you.” I stared out the window. My mother lowered her newspaper. “Don’t talk to the snow. It isn’t healthy.”
5 Critiques to "An Unhealthy Relationship"
A surprising twist. Well written.
LOVE LOVE it. Srsly. then I saw who wrote it.
Aww, love this. Sweet ode to snow.
This is brilliant! Well done. As I stare at the two feet of snow and the five foot drifts in my back yard…and pray for the disappointment and betrayal described here.
Thanks for all the comments! You guys inspire me.