In giving herself to hate she committed to an emotion more powerful than she thought possible; more consuming than love, greater than despair. In so doing she effectively became the tool of the thing she unleashed - no longer its master but its slave.
Time is passing. It is a constant cascade of seconds tumbling into minutes that free-fall into hours. Days pass dragging weeks then months behind as seasons follow with the budding of blooms then the falling of leaves.
Life is for the living – an exercise in the present as the future takes care of itself whilst the past dresses in a filigree of nostalgia. The gift of life comes bearing responsibility to those we share existence with.
Her venom spilt into the stream poisoning its waters and all around it. The onlookers stared speechless, unable to conceive how such a thing could have happened.