I have been here before. Why is everything so familiar? As I turned the pages of the book and the story unfolded, I said to myself, “I know how this goes, I have read this earlier” When I met you for the first time, “Oh! There you are! So this is when you enter my…
Three Balloons
“I want three”, she shrieked as she handed the little silver coins she had gathered from her old piggy bank and the balloon-man handed her three Red balloons as she desired. Overwhelmed, she could not wait till her siblings returned so she could play with them. With the threads of…
Hauntingly Beautiful
Abbey opened the mailbox, tentatively looking inside. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw there was a letter, a long-awaited letter, from a well-known music studio. She knew what it was about; her submission. A keen pianist since she was a child, Abbey had been submitting a melody she wrote to various studio’s and…
Hide And Seek
“One, two, three….ready or not, here I come!” Kids ran helter-skelter, trying to find a place to hide, with their cackling laughter sure to bring a smile to any sane adult. They seemed quite cheerful playing among the debris of demolished buildings, torn down by an ongoing civil war. I couldn’t help thinking of my…
Left Alone
There’s nothing like the smell of fresh cut grass, the warm touching of the sun, and the drool of a life-size Rottweiler to get you up in the morning. Yup, me and V.J the Rottweiler were an item, partners in crime even, best friends, we did everything together. And at the time that we met,…
Ellie Likes Her Tires Dry
Ellie was intent on ruining a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Writing about Ellie is a little tricky. She’s always in the room — in fact, she lives in my head. She’s comprised of nearly five decades of experience and often directs me — her rider —more than I direct her. Buddha once compared the mind to a wild elephant. He said:…
The Purgatory Cave – A fiction
Purgatory: adj. Having the quality of cleansing or purifying. “Where the hell am I?” was Grant’s first thought as he woke up in a sweat. He tried to sit up, only to be met with shooting pain from his neck down his spine and into his surgically-repaired back. After blinking several times, he looked around…
Butterfly’s Kiss
I held it together until the last person passed through. They swirled around me like ripples on a lake; restricting my ability to focus my eyes. They were overwhelmed by the extravagance of the city lights, and I don’t blame them. The city seems new every night, no matter how many times you visit. But…
An Insubstantial Torment
“But his eyes are too small, his nose doesn’t look sharp and look at his beard!”, she bleated as she looked at a photograph her mother had shown her that morning. Laiba was a twenty-one year old, pink, sharp-featured girl. She was brought up by her mother with two little brothers, with their father abroad….