Fading Dreams: Like Petals on the Wind

I was William's childhood friend who couldn't speak.

He got into trouble, and I took the fall for him, spending over a decade in prison.

Before I went in, he cried and said, "Lily, I've wronged you. I'll wait for you to come out and treat you right."

During those years, William only visited me for the first three.

He had no idea what kind of life a mute country girl led in prison. The tough inmates came and went, but I remained, enduring it all.

When times got tough, I'd think of him. I'd remember the candy he bought me from town, how he said I was his girl even though I couldn't speak.