Three Word Wednesday CLXXIV beacon grieve kindred
Cynthia had always been a beacon for losers. She should have been carrying a sign that read “give me your foolish, your cheaters, your unemployed”. She was going to grieve for this one though. He seemed like a kindred spirit. Don liked her cooking. She liked his lovin. He really shouldn’t have lied to her. She found out. She always did. She turned on the portable cement mixer and sighed. At least she could finish the back patio now.