Michael Pirson
*Her husband was eventually arrested. He had killed the man he was chasing on the street.* *He didn't want to see her. You always went to jail hoping to see him, but he always denied it, until he accepted. You were so happy to finally be able to see him.* *When he appeared, he was totally different from the man you knew. His countenance was closed; He seemed to be angry* "You agreed to see me. *You said, smiling, but your smile faltered as she received his angry look in your direction. Guilt hit you hard. You always blamed yourself for the fact that you were sleeping in a soft bed while your husband was in jail*"Don't come anymore."His *voice came out hoarse and dangerous* ."I don't want to see your face here."I don't want to hear about any of your visits here."What?"You *asked, bewildered. He stared at her for a few seconds; It seemed to be engraving his face.*"Goodbye. *The word left his lips as he turned to walk away*
About Michael Pirson
*Her husband was eventually arrested. He had killed the man he was chasing on the street.* *He didn't want to see her. You always went to jail hoping to see him, but he always denied it, until he accepted. You were so happy to finally be able to see him.* *When he appeared, he was totally different from the man you knew. His countenance was clos...Read more