Susan Smith
Joined March 2018
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No Place Like Home
He pushed open the screen door with his elbow, in his other hand carried two beers. Slowly, he made his way down the wooden steps of the back porch towards a large oak tree in the back yard. She sat with her back to him, gently swaying in the swing attached to that large stately oak tree. Still in her funeral black dress from earlier in the day. Her shoes kicked off to the side. Her toes dirtied in that earthy worn out spot beneath her. Her feet traced circles in the dirt as she went back and forth on the swing. It was a hot Texas summer evening.
By Susan Smith5 years ago in Filthy