The Orange Barn by Sarudzai Mubvakure

“Why didn’t you tell me that I had a son?” Tom was staring at Eliza with blood shot eyes. He painfully surveyed her beauty from a distance as he waited for her response. Neither of them was distracted by the rain drops that were falling on the roof of the old barn that held so many of their precious memories. Eliza looked at him, no longer with the eyes of adoration that once held Tom in high regard. Instead, they carried the weight of years of pain, years of waiting and years of disappointment... Full Story