A Soulful Case of the Pins and Needles by Patience Tyme1


Numb, that was all he was-all he could be-there, at the crossroads. He had a choice, he knew that much. He could remain numbed to the pain, return to the safety of lack of caring and remorse. Or…he could pick himself up, brush off his pins and needles, and start looking for her. He knew what she’d want, if she were here, by his side. That alone meant he had no option.



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