Hard truths Stories

Mrs Jones nervously sat there on the local bus as it chugged its way through the English countryside. Her long blonde hair cascaded over the back of her black winter coat, which was snugly wrapped around her. She wore makeup; this was not something she would normally do on a Thursday morning, a school day. For anyone looking at Janet, they may have assumed that it was just like any other normal day. However, today was goi...

Thom lay in bed, the sheets pulled up to his waist, his phone on the nightstand beside him. He lay back against the pillows, half-propped up, trying to clear his head and trying to find rest. His phone buzzed. He glanced over at it. Another video call from his ex, Maria. He stared at it. Thom swallowed, trying to decide whether to answer the call. He picked up the phone and flicked it open, answering the call. The screen...