Always Like This

Always Like This

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the shack, a relentless, primal rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. Outside, the Louisiana bayou stretched out, dark…
Marina’s Sacred Agony

Marina’s Sacred Agony

The rain hammered against the stained-glass windows of the chapel, each drop a tiny, insistent drumbeat against the silence within. The air hung thick with incense and something else, something…