“You’re late” He muttered, his voice heavy, his annoyance on its third trimester. That’s just as well. I didn’t want to come anyway. I was the one to initiate this meeting though, so I apologized. There was no going back. Not even the hisses from my tenacious insecurities would dissuade me today. I hate confrontation. … Continue reading My Faceless Date
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The Pen
The clouds moved gradually, almost grudgingly in clatters and crowd. Each stuck religiously to his own lane, moving in silent unison like six pm traffic. A rocking chair a few miles down gravity’s smirk mimicked the clouds’ every movement and slight of hand. They seemed an old music band, moving to the same beat, reluctantly … Continue reading The Pen
EMPATHY MAY
At one point she said,” Maybe you feel too much because you remember too much. Why hold onto all that?” And barely holding myself together I said,” Where....where do I put it all down?”
Twenty Fever 