Whispers of a Former Life

Charity looked up at the underside of her desk.  What had once been a familiar piece of furniture, wood grained and scuffed from years of careless elbows, now loomed above…

One by one, her family had disappeared.  It didn’t happen all at once, the way Charity had once imagined tragedy might. There was no single cataclysmic event, no explosion, no…

I forgot to set this up last night before going to bed. So the picture will have to wait till I get home this evening. Apologies, I will post this…

Notice: This has been brought up recently. However, the included depictions are inspired by the text but may not be 100% 1 to 1 accurate.  Whatever is written in the…