The fog. The mysterious, magnificent and silent fog that would paint every object in its path with smoky gray shade. She was obsessed with it.
Story of the Month Dec’13: Beautiful, She murmured the word to herself and turned her head down to see her reflection in the sea.A face floated on the surface of the water. An ugly face it was.
Martha looked at sleeping Glory besides her affectionately..she had been a chatter box all day long..she caressed her care with all the love in world.