She slowly climbs the blue-white stairs surrendering to the exhaustion from the day’s labour. Her lips are slightly apart and eyes are closed to avoid
Light travels faster than sound. A second before the explosion, her face reflected the dull lavender glow of the fireworks which set the sky alight.
I stared blankly at the cascading folds of violet cloaking my sight from the blazing street surrounding us. The wisteria tree was the only living
“Fascinating!” I hear Joe’s sarcastic voice. “Best view of the Caribbean!” “Mediterranean,” I correct. Joe has no appreciation for art, and no patience for art
Once again, she counted the things she could talk about with him. She stopped pacing and fell into a sofa. She immediately stepped back up
I imagined her cheeks, now chameleon, now traitors, acting as a mirror to the pot she had stolen. I wondered if I should follow her;
No one has ever told you that when the purest of souls ascend beyond the boundaries of this world they leave behind a muted wish
“Mom! You kept that big pumpkin aside for me right?!” ‘Oh dear, I gave it to Aunt Martha yesterday. She was ill so could not