Vermillion lips pursed in concentration while scarlet nails drummed on the pitted surface of the old table. Heavily shadowed eyes lined with black as dark as the night outside Stared blank and unseeing at the scarred wood. Occasionally the sapphire orbs would shift to the soundless clock on the wall, watching the second hand jump from line to line. Counting off the endless seconds … Continue reading Waiting by Elizabeth Horton-Newton