Popcorn.

Nose squashed against the glass, the nine year old saw the corn kernels sizzle in the butter and pop. His breath fogged the glass and the sweat on his nose ran it down. His eyes squinted every time a kernel popped close to his side of the glass box. His father scooped out two paperContinue reading “Popcorn.”

The Drop.

The old man had been unwell for more than a couple of days now. The fever wasn’t breaking. He wasn’t worried about himself though. He was worried about his garden. He’d newly planted Canna Lilies in them. They were Madam’s favourite. He would have instructed his helper how to care for them well but theContinue reading “The Drop.”

A dream too real?

Smiling in her sleep, She dreamt her beau cupping her face, Caressing her hair and her cheek, His finger lingering at her lips. She felt a hand up her neck, She brushed away the tickling fingers, Only to wake up, horrified. She was sleeping alone. Graciously Yours! P.S. I hope you love the new look asContinue reading “A dream too real?”

At God’s Door. No more…

Two months ago, I’d shared the plight of a poor, homeless man. Today, he’s missing. For the past two weeks, actually. Should I rather say dead? Because he was barely being able to walk twenty days ago. A friend, on the man’s request carried him two feet away to where he wanted to sit. Then we saw him takeContinue reading “At God’s Door. No more…”