Category Archives: Lloyd Keane

Sitting in Darkness

I could see her face at the window. It was the fourth time this month. Didn’t she have somewhere else to go? No, obviously not. A small glob of spit clung precariously to her lip. It was cold out. It

Sitting in Darkness

I could see her face at the window. It was the fourth time this month. Didn’t she have somewhere else to go? No, obviously not. A small glob of spit clung precariously to her lip. It was cold out. It