Blinded by Hope

Blinded by hope, it wasn’t until she was at the meeting place – the old house in the woods, at exactly midnight – that she realised that she had, in all probability, walked into a trap…but it was too late now.

Filler

autumn in black and white

In a hollow voice he talks but says nothing, filling the space so you won’t get the chance to ask him how’s he doing, what he’s feeling and if things have gotten any better since he last spoke of the weather, the news and the football scores.