Y is for You
“Where do you come from?” He asked gazing at her.
“I come from wherever you would like me to come from, as for I have no origin nor precise destination!” she replied.
“You, you, you know?” he stuttered, turing a bit red in the face, “you confuse me!”
“Do I?” Continue reading “Y is for You #AtoZChallenge”
X is for Xavier
Xavier rolled his cigarette and gave a sign to the waitress that he was in dire need of another coffee. He opened his battered canvas bag and produced an almost as battered looking stack of newspapers. Continue reading “X is for Xavier #AtoZChallenge”
O is for Orange
Her hair was orange – a short story
Her hair was orange.
He could remember her carrot, or was it security vest orange, hair like as if it was yesterday that he saw her. In reality, it had been a few years since he first and last saw her on that subway, a time that seemed like centuries ago. Continue reading “O is for Orange #AtoZChallenge”
“Where are you?” little Mike called out, no longer motivated to play hide and seek, reluctantly he climbed up the ladder to the attic. His older sister would surely not be hiding up there in the haunted place?
“Where are you?” little Mike called out again. “I give up you know, I no longer want to search for you Lisa!”
Still there was no reply. “Are you in the attic?” Continue reading “In The Attic”
Of Finding Oneself
Anja closed her eyes. There was just too much going on. Her manager had been stern with her minutes earlier as she had not finished her presentation on time, could he not understand? There was too much going on today. Anja could hear every siren, every striking break and every honking horn in the street below. She could not concentrate on her work.
With her eyes closed she tried to slow down her thoughts, shut out the noise. She drew a deep breath.
Suddenly, she heard nothing. Not the ringing of the phone, not the laughing of her colleagues, none of the sounds that had driven her nuts all morning. Anja felt inner peace, her thoughts were no longer racing in disorder, her stress had evaporated. Continue reading “Of Finding Oneself”