The path
It was like every morning. The alarm clock next to his bed at the same spot his entire life. Folding up his puffy white duvet, which...
Head over water (II)
The sky changed had changed its colour. It had gone from morning misty grey to bright blue, infused with a few gleaming sun beams. It...
The trip
It starts with me. Thats how she would begin. She hated talking about herself. And being in the centre of attention was something she...
How could I want more...
How could I want more? Her back was sore and she wiped her face with the corner of her sleeve. For goodness sake how often had she done...