By any other name would smell as sweet.

J anuary had always been a depressing month for Jason. A lways cold–no– always bitter. S uddenly a warm front came in, in the form of a 5’3 and 1/4 hyperbola-like Siren. O nly six more weeks of winter, thought Jason as he broke up with her. “N ever again,” he lied. —- E ager to here the results of the operation, D ad leaned forward in the unpadded chair. “W hile everything was done that could be done…I’m so sorry.” A dvice was sought from this messenger, but all he was R eady to offer was, “D eath is an … Continue reading By any other name would smell as sweet.