Hours
Author:Me.
Rating:G:
Fandom (of sorts) The Hours.
Hours were truly only increments of time. Hours passed like seconds when you were happy, were small eternities when you wanted or needed them gone. Virginia knew an hour could be a complete lifetime, if you noticed and wrote. Clarissa recognized an hour was a place to decorate and fill with what she did not really wish to know. Laura knew an hour was a place for yet another inadequacy, to fail to be who she’d promised to be. The similarity they shared, lives and worlds apart, was to be fated to know and feel the passing of their hours.
Rating:G:
Fandom (of sorts) The Hours.
Hours were truly only increments of time. Hours passed like seconds when you were happy, were small eternities when you wanted or needed them gone. Virginia knew an hour could be a complete lifetime, if you noticed and wrote. Clarissa recognized an hour was a place to decorate and fill with what she did not really wish to know. Laura knew an hour was a place for yet another inadequacy, to fail to be who she’d promised to be. The similarity they shared, lives and worlds apart, was to be fated to know and feel the passing of their hours.