Without

It’s not what a good woman would do… Sit in a mass and partake of the drone, “Onward Christian soldier…” The song turned from her throat.

Unable to imagine “without”… What it would feel like without. How else could she breathe without?... Tears spilled from her eyes as the perfected smile shielded her true intentions with the sons of farmers. It’s not what a good woman would do… sit in mass and partake of the drone, “Onward Christian solider…”