Alleluia! Alleluia! Comments

The grass will grow, the doors remain shut And a once love warmed house grow cold And they no longer lived happily- ever- after tale Is now frequently told as relation ships fail.........

flowing, cascading, like water rolling down a hill, into a pool, inviting us to splash and have fun. Oh, so good, Chris, the man smell was gone! and the woman free!

'The end was the end, or perhaps a beginning' Rachel Ann Butler

This is marvellous! It spells LIBERTY all over... all these voluntary, self-chosen chains and duties. Hurray for the growing grass! Still...?

An excellent piece of work

A very compelling story. The grass and the woman may be free, but the man is still very much a prisoner of his memories. I can hear his inner cry in every line of this excellent write. Kind wishes, Sandra

She will find away...She Always Does....Interesting Prose, Good Story Line. Thanks for your kind comment to mine....I like stories to! +10/10 Kind Regards Philip