Tag: Short story

• Short Story: The Journey

  The grey, empty platform looked hostile. Her eyes scanned hurryingly as though her panic would manifest into a person, there to greet her. There was no one. She needed to move, this was her stop. This was her time. “Come on!” she thought “move, you idiot.” Suddenly, in one swift breath she grabbed the bags…

  hollypeacockgoodwin

  February 21, 2013

  Uncategorized

  domestic violence, feminist literature, Short story, stories about women, story