Waiting

The ticking clock is the only thing that interrupts the silence. An atmosphere so tense that a knife could cut it.

Waiting for a key in the door. Waiting to see a facial expression. Waiting to know if it’s safe to speak – or not.

A childhood paused. Almost a childhood lost. Wise beyond her years they say. How could it be any other way?

The same thing every day.

About magnumlady

Photographer, blogger, hooked on social media. Based in Sligo, Ireland. Passionate about Ireland and always looking for the next adventure.

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