“She had eyes that bore deep into his heart, bringing a sweet warm wave of assurance within; eyes that cradled him in the crisp black-and-white world on the other side of the picture, where life was, at least, beautifully lit.” — Stephen Mosley Copy Share Image
“At night I lay awake, her likeness casting dark shadows across my soul and senses, and my stomach throbbing away. I imagined her arms around me, lulling me into a phantom bliss, so frustrating, so unreal.” — Stephen Mosley Copy Share Image
“I’m scared that my world of reverie will soon spill from my head, splashing every horizon in its illusory shade until it’s all there… — Stephen Mosley Copy Share Image
“Happy endings? The only ending life allows us is death, and that’s rarely happy. So, until my happy death, I have to fill my… — Stephen Mosley Copy Share Image
“She had eyes that bore deep into his heart, bringing a sweet warm wave of assurance within; eyes that cradled him in the crisp… — Stephen Mosley Copy Share Image
“At night I lay awake, her likeness casting dark shadows across my soul and senses, and my stomach throbbing away. I imagined her arms… — Stephen Mosley Copy Share Image
