by Iseult Murphy
The mental asylum let her out after three days, they said she could go whenever she wanted and they couldn’t hold her against her will. She sat on the park bench waiting for death, hoping that someone would end her misery soon. He sat down beside her. His smile was warm. He took her hand and offered to help her. Love crept in with the sound of his words.
Iseult Murphy has never been in love, or blind, although she hopes to experience one of them before she dies. She writes horror, science fiction and fantasy stories.