Three Word Wednesday: jangle, restless, and heartache
I had only been at my sisters house for three hours and I was restless. As we sat out by her pool, my eyes half shut, shrinking her head down to nothing but moving lips, she continued in that high pitched nerve jangling voice of hers. I pictured my hands forcing her head under water for thirty seconds longer than she could hold her breath. The heartache is that I’ve been told I sound just like her.