Kiesha Budge

“says.”
― Lisa Jewell, Then She Was Gone

“Words are not enough. Not mine, cut off at the throat before they breathe. Never forming, broken and swallowed, tossed into the void before they are heard. It would be easy to follow, fall to my knees, prostrate before the deli counter. Sweep the shelves clear, scatter the tins, pound the cakes to powder. Supermarket isles stretching out in macabre displays. Christmas madness, sad songs and mistletoe, packed car parks, rotten leaves banked up in corners. Forgotten reminders of summer before the storm. Never trust a promise, they take prisoners and wishes never come true. Fairy stories can have grim endings and I don’t know how I will face the world without you.”
― Peter B. Forster, More Than Love, A Husband's Tale

“In a population of hundreds of millions, such a small number of people is a mere drop in the bucket... but enough drops can make any bucket overflow”
― Neal Shusterman, UnDivided

“And then there is our personal history. Memories only we share. Things not another living soul would understand.”
― Emily Giffin, Something Borrowed