Why was it always the woman's fate to pace and fret and wait?
Woman
Then he returned to Mabel and put his mouth to her ear. I'd never let anything happen to you. You know that, don't you?
Love, Husband, Wife
He stood there a moment, listened to the creek, and let the mountain air blow against his face. Even with all this heartache, it was beautiful here.
Heartache, Beauty, Nature
It was beautiful, Mabel knew, but it was a beauty that ripped you open and scoured you clean so that you were left helpless and exposed, if you lived at all.
Beauty
A boy trying out a man's language.
Man, Literature, Boy