Chance, happenstance, accidental, but maybe fate. His voice, oh, his voice, indelible in her heart even decades later. Strong, gentle. Kind and insightful. Her, all wrong, too slow to recognize love, one love, the only love, and then he was gone. Decades later, memories rending her heart. Then, she was someone else. Now, it was too late for her one love, only love… never to love again. ©April 2022 Christina Anne Hawthorne
Christina Anne Hawthorne
Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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