When one suffers a stroke, life as they knew it ceases to exist, it gets completely destroyed, but if you come to senses, life takes on a whole new meaning, or two, devastation and loss, anyway.
These sentences struck as I began to read: “Diana felt as though she had spent her life trapped inside a glass bottle. She could look out and view the world, but it always seemed dulled and distorted by the thick, scratched glass.”
Reminds me of St. Paul quoted in Bible about seeing through a glass darkly.
These sentences struck as I began to read: “Diana felt as though she had spent her life trapped inside a glass bottle. She could look out and view the world, but it always seemed dulled and distorted by the thick, scratched glass.”
Reminds me of St. Paul quoted in Bible about seeing through a glass darkly.
So, is this a fiction story, or a true story?
Oh, and you’re welcome for the “pizza.”
Well, whether it’s fiction or factual to the smallest detail, your writing makes it a smooth, entertaining read. That’s what I meant.
Haha that’s what everyone says about our name. It’s Polish/Hungarian.