She had endured a life seated in unparalleled heartbreak. She was not born hard; she was a woman made cold by circumstance.
She walked up to the door… her black leather heels digging deep into the softening oak beneath her. She didn’t knock. Her steps were authoritative without being obnoxiously loud. She seemed emotionless but if you looked hard enough you would see that her compassion ran deep. She had endured a life seated in unparalleled heartbreak. She was not born hard; she was a woman made cold by circumstance.
Excerpt from “A Woman Made Cold” original short story
by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
This story is still unfinished. It comes to me in pieces that may or may not ever fit together, but I suppose that is the nature of inspiration.
Untitled Artwork by Vanessa Cate
The Show Tell Project 