Morning took a long time to arrive.  The clouds hung low, blocking out the early rays.  Google was, for once, proven wrong. It had told us that sunrise would be early. Bold. Dramatic. It failed. It grew lighter, less dark. She could now count her fingers — her cold fingers — by sight instead of…

Although several years had passed, the park still held tainted memories. She’d stood under the picnic shelter, clutching a carefully penned letter addressed to him. It wasn’t the kind of letter you want to remember, but it held a message that was hard to forget: “I like you, but the timing isn’t right. We’re over.”  …