As his fingers reached up as if to heaven Elaine wondered why she had come back to this place. It held such sad memories for her. A place of incarceration, that’s what it had been. A prison. Harry had seen to that. The iron gate to the outside world had always been padlocked.
It had been like that since the first day when he brought her here as a new bride. Harry had wanted to control her totally. She had gone from being a daughter of the sun to living in a darkened hell. That was until she found the knife.
Dedicated to Jane Rogers, who introduced me to adult education and gothic literature.