Krista Lynn Campbell

tears

power of one word

Maneuvering the hallway lined with perfectly polished women, I keep my eyes downcast. Grasping my welcome bag and holding back tears, I rush into my hiding place: the ladies restroom. Why am I here? I must be crazy. Dabbing at my eyes, I catch my reflection in the mirror.  Good grief! Look at me!  My …

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The Collector

The  room is filled with the most beautiful  bottles you can imagine. Various shapes and sizes; all sealed with elaborate stoppers, not inexpensive twist-tops. They stand side by side, filling shelf after shelf. The shelves encircle the room  floor to ceiling. There are too many to count! The bottles are transparent enough to see that they …

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