Dear You, It’s been two weeks since I last heard, saw or read from you. Two weeks. Shockingly miserable! What happened baby? Last I remember, we were…… Read more “The Letter.”
Tag: fiction
The Painter.
He is erratic, clumpsy, shy, but none of that is capable of hiding his light. He is an artist, with a bold mind. He would draw day…… Read more “The Painter.”
Red Rage.
He came home last night. He had been away for a month, leaving me and the kids without a dime. I didn’t know whether to be angry,…… Read more “Red Rage.”
Him.
Wednesdays are my favourite. It starts out with a fine breezy morning, the sky a brilliant dark shade as I bow in Humility before my Invisibly Visible…… Read more “Him.”
Alone
‘You are alone’ ‘No, I am not.’ Hahaha. She does her signature nightmarish laugh. The type from the witch pretend mother of Rapunzel in Tangled. I ignore…… Read more “Alone”
Thought Rush.
— I stand up to get my wristwatch from his reading table. It’s 5pm. Romoke must be expecting me already. “I have to go” I announce hesitantly.…… Read more “Thought Rush.”