Why did John have to place the jar with those shiny junk pieces on her desk?
The beautiful painting on the left, and the greenery outside inspired her to weave poetry. The unseasonal showers had lent a dewy look to the garden, and the sun was now peeping through a rainbow. She wished he had placed flowers or chocolates in the container instead.
But how could she expect that from her celebrity husband, with a personality disorder? She proceeded to shut the window, before Hope sprouted within her dried up existence.
Her A-list life was nothing more than junk inside.
Inspired by Rochelle Wisoff at