OF SPARROWS & PIGEONS

Time has a way of healing things and Persephonè always felt like she was waiting on time. Luckily, her father-in-law had a tendency to feel like everyone was using him, so he was just gone one day. No heads up or notice. She realized that maybe it was better that way. She could actually respect him for that. It was clean. This gave some much needed fresh air to their home and Persephonè felt comfortable to roam the house freely again. And even though the pressures were r

When people visit other lands, they often talk about 'culture shock'. A term people use to describe that odd feeling of realizing that people live much different than what you consider normal. Normal is another relative thing. Persephonè, trying to be accepted for who she was in Mitch's world, didn't really feel like she could put her experience in the same arena as culture shock. She had a sense that this was a bit...darker. It felt more and more like they were moving i

Time is a weird construct. Looking back, there are stretches of life that seem mathematically impossible. You know years passed because the calendar insists they did, but in your memory they collapse into a single breath. This was the start of one of those seasons. The season of Mitch. After their wedding, Mitch and Persephonè went on their honeymoon of course. The normal thing people do. Persephonè was fully aware that this was supposed to be a highly exciting event.

At this point in Persephonè's life, a numbness had settled over her that she wasn't even aware of. Like someone had put her on cruise control, leaving her with no command of her ship. Yet, storms only happened sporadically, and the ocean was beautiful, so her current perspective was pretty positive. She was more isolated, yes. But she was happy people didn't think she was a 'loose' girl who got around. It was not that she cared what people thought. If they didn't like h

Persephone was beginning to suspect that happiness had less to do with circumstances and more to do with what you knew. Looking back, she sometimes missed the girl who understood less. Ignorance really could be bliss. She was becoming even more of a loner than she already was, but this time, it was not by choice or character. Now that college was over, she had work and her relationship. It seemed her life was getting smaller, but somehow felt like it was swelling. She w