The Sands of Time
What follows is the most personal story I have ever written. I first wrote it 15 years ago and have modified and edited it many times since never being entirely satisfied. I’m still not. I suspect there are still errors in but it’s time the world saw it. Only a very few have ever seen it. This is not an erotic story, there is no sex herein. It is rich with symbolism. That said, if you’re looking for sex do not continue. Jane looked at the wedding ring on her finger. Its luster was gone from...