The sun shines down with an evil glint as Marlena sighs to see the front door come into view. Moving around the bush and down the sidewalk, she swears silently as the paper bag begins to slip from her finger tips. Her step pauses as she attempts to get a better grip, but quickly feels …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 