Tag Archives: Thomas Merlin Ambrose

[This post is from Thom’s point of view.] Thom closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling, forcing himself to stop twisting the shirt between his hands. He tore his gaze from his sleeping wife and turned, starting to tug the … Continue reading →

[This post is from Thom’s point of view.] Thom rose early the next morning, despite or perhaps because he and Marin had spent most of the balance of the previous day in bed. He crawled from the covers carefully, trying … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] Thom released her, leaning back against the mattress. He rested his hand against her spine and she could feel the weight of his gaze even as he settled in against their pillows. … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] Thom reached out a hand to her and Marin exhaled, standing up and coming to sit with him on the bed. He wrapped both arms around her and held her for a … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] A cradle. Marin sat down heavily in the rocking chair in the corner, bile rising in her throat. She tried to swallow it back down, to ignore the sourness that slicked the … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] It was Thom that broke the silence again, after another dozen steps, as they drew closer to their own door and the promise of dry clothes, warm blankets, and their bed. “Do … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.] Thom held her tightly. She could hear the steady thumb of his heart as she rested her head against his chest, her lips drawn tight into a thin line. The cotton of … Continue reading →

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.]                 “Mar?”                 She turned toward the sound of her husband’s voice, blinking back tears she hadn’t realized had pricked her eyes rimming her lashes.  Thom paused, his brows knitting, as if … Continue reading →