From the custodian’s cabin.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothRobert Frost, The road not taken Sitting by the window of my hut looking at the snow I […]
Category Archives: flashfiction
Moon and a new patio
Afterwards I remembered neither your eyes nor the colour of your hair. The melody of your voice had merged with the wind. You left with not even a note left […]
Being beast
The brooding dawn was a precursor, we should have listened to the traffic holding its breath, sky a tense diaphragm, throbbing, drenching the newscaster’s voice. We should have prepared but […]
Her creator – I am
As a doll-maker, I gather pieces of bright cloth, strings, and shards of sea-glass. I stroll the streets looking in dustbins and I sneak into graveyards to borrow from corpses. […]
Truer Tomorrow
Today I decided to leave I woke up late. It was overcast and as usual, you had already left for the city. I had nothing to clean, there were leftovers […]
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