"A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. -

William Carlos Williams

Ryan removed the suitcase from his car's trunk and looked up to stare at the house that had been for a long time, a symbol of his misery.

"No. That is wrong." He shook his head in denial. Refusing to blame another person. He alone had been responsible for his actions and that said, the source of all his pain and misery had been his fear and his ...