I'm Not Allowed
Just being controlled isn't enough anymoreHe pulled into the garage, the memory of another failed blind date fading fast. She was nice, too nice, and he’d been looking for a diplomatic way out after the first hour. He thought of his dearly departed wife, but time had all but eliminated the ‘Why did you leave me?’ question, replaced by the thought that she was in a better place, considering her year-long suffering before she died. He stepped outside to enjoy the b...