One word gotten after a long while of shuffling the squares.
The others blurred before her eyes as she got the word QUIET
The Quiet Inn, that deserted place, where her worst nightmare began. Shutting her eyes, she bowled over as pain shot through her heart. The forgotten past became back to life in a second. Tormenting once more.
©Deborah Glover, 2016
Photo Credit; Moritz Schmidt
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