‘Everyone hates me,’ cried Monday. Continue reading “Blocked”
Dark’s fingers creep like ghosts that linger. They envelop the skin, infiltrate the bloodstream, to smother the last embers of the soul’s flame. Here, doors open but it’s impossible to peek inside or find the courage to visualize beyond their darkness.
Yet, it’s curiously comforting. This cocoon of corridors Continue reading “Cocoon of Corridors”
The boy’s small shoes dragged their knotted laces through puddles as he headed for the back door. He tugged at the few buttons left on his shirt where its seams stretched at the shoulders. Licked his swollen lip. Brushed fingers through sweaty hair. Then feathered fingertips over another black eye, and trudged into the kitchen.
“How long now, Grandma?” he called out. Continue reading “Two Weeks & Three Days…”
They didn’t smell the pungent regurgitated mashed food that battled against clouds of floral perfumes and spicy aftershaves. They didn’t hear the loudspeaker promoting the latest motivational activity or the surrounding shouts accompanied by scraping chairs and falling cutlery. All they saw was Continue reading “Silenced Surround Sounds”