Ronda L. Caudill

“As I gazed upon the window, bead of rain began to look like streams of tears.”

“The teardrops caught the reflection of of my oil lamp and showed every color in the spectrum.”

“A morbid sense of curiosity can lead to remarkable discoveries in the wee hours of still dark nights.”

“Nila lay there with the moonlight cascading through her open window casting ominous shadows about the room. The tendrils of those shadows reached out from the dark and tugged at her aching heart.”