“
should that be what
you truly desire.”
She would be bathed in silence, lips
would be pressed to keep words from
escaping their prison. Suffer in
deafening tranquility whilst dark hues
roamed aggravated features for rapture.
silence would be the only gift she would be willing
to receive, a simple moment to think, to explore what
options she had. to leave her son with his father & return
to a desolate loft or to persuade him otherwise? his happiness
meant far more to her than her own. perhaps she could accept
another mission, something to occupy her.
❝ i’m sorry … i just … ❞
—- need a treadmill or punching bag?
who was this guy again? an investor?
a colleague of Ragnar’s?
& where the Hel was Rollo?
❝ … i don’t mean to be rude but
—- who are you again? ❞