The Bayou Never Tells

by Chelley St. Clair

“Everyone has a moment where they need an angel, and anyone can be the angel in someone’s moment.”

forgiveness don’t always mean excusing the hurt someone caused. Sometimes it’s just agreeing to move forward and give them a chance to try again.

When something ugly digs its thorns in, you figure out how to keep going, and weave it in with the beautiful parts. Know what I mean?”

When something ugly digs its thorns in, you figure out how to weave it in with the beautiful parts.

“I’ll take you to the airport in the morning. Until then, you’re mine.” When I nod, he continues. “As far as the rules go: it’s just you and me in here till ya leave, and that means there’s no one else up here, either.” He taps my forehead. “You think about me and no one else, past or future. I ain’t interested in sharing while you’re mine.”

Sighing as he drives away, I etch his image into my mind. This is the last I will ever see of the man who gave me a memory no one else ever will. And it was something.

“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” — Maya Angelou

Bottom line is, I can’t get her out of my head. There’s something about that girl that makes her impossible to forget. I can’t keep my hands off her. She feels like mine.

"I found a thing though, a couple years back. It helps keep me grounded." "What's that?" his heart thumps against my ear. "You."

I know our secrets will stay here, between Silas, and Cole...and me. Because the bayou never tells... ...and neither will we.