Clothes hung on the line, swaying gently in the wind. The cottage´s door hung open. Red was spilled along the inside of the window. Andromeda had completely folded in on herself. Hysterical hiccuping sobs left her as she sat in her flower-consumed yard. The mid-afternoon sun shone over the scene as the wind tugged the door back and forth. She couldn´t breathe. How could she bear to face the reality that had all but stripped her of her life? The cool air froze the tears on her cheeks. Those See more