Short Story by Valentine St. Francis We sat on the soft, yellow sand as the vast andendless ocean reached for eternity ahead of us. And that orange-red, bleeding horizon that was glowing celestially over what might as well be the edge of the world, we watched it all burn in wonder. As if behind the…

Short Story by Valentine St. Francis You were so beautiful, in my eyes, when youwere born. I could visibly see that appearance themovies don’t show and the parents don’t talkabout. The real sight of a new born child fresh outof the womb with all the bodily fluids that neededto be wiped off, the wrinkly skin…