People fear anyone who differs from what is considered normal, and in a small town the idea of normal can be as narrow as the streets.
Elizabeth ChandlerI think Iām dying to get to know a particular guy. Then he opens his mouth and ruins it.
Elizabeth ChandlerA storm was brewing. The wind has picked up and a mass of purple clouds was coming in from the West. It felt good to have my hair whipping around my head. I thought it might feel good to have hail beat down on me. Sometimes storms outside are the only relief for storms inside.
Elizabeth Chandler