"An aging respectable yet down at heel city lady of lesiure called Elsie looks back over her life with her freind Jeannie always by her side. Why is Jeannie so silent though, and why does Elsiefeel so lonely. A sad sensitive short story potrayal of alcohol addiiction, respecatble poverty, and inner city lonliness"
"This was an exercise between my friend and I to get past our writers block and under her permission I was allowed to post it here :) enjoy.It was in the way he said her name. It was bittersweet. Sweet, because it came from his lips. Bitter, because it was a goodbye. "You know I always cared for you, right?" Always. Always cared. Did that seem like a paradox to you? Always, as in, forever, then, now, and later. Cared. Pas tense. As in, did. "I know." She said back. She tried to sound"
