A CRY FOR HELP ISN’T ALWAYS SOMETHING TO BE HEARD (II)

  She used to dream of being an actress a woman dressed in the finest masks people would gather encircle her in warmth and spotlights. “Here I am,” she would say – or think – She can’t remember.   She knew how to cry on cue how to force a smile, laugh with her waist … Continue reading A CRY FOR HELP ISN’T ALWAYS SOMETHING TO BE HEARD (II)