Spaces

i) the first time i saw you, he held your hands a little too firmly. i could still see the spaces between them. your eyes reeked smokeless fires and i couldn’t resist taking a plunge.   why did you twitch your lips destitutely, when your eyes met mine. was is your heart skipping a beat or […]

Pride of Gypsies

Our houses were separated by a few hundred meters, but I could see her rusted green iron backdoor from my balcony. I would watch her watering dahlias in the morning. On certain days, water would splash on her face, bouncing back from the incredibly small enclosures of her garden. The gloss those water droplets left […]

Funeral Flowers

“Is it okay to die a little when there is so much to live for?” She asked me. I couldn’t decipher it, so I just nodded in agreement. We asked questions to each other which we couldn’t ask other people and finished our coffees and walk back home separately. Some rituals are never said out loud […]

21 Bedtime Stories

She would come to my apartment, hands bruised like the red dress she wore. Rainbow sunglasses hiding dried eyes tired of constant soaking. I would tell her bedtime stories, about how Joel almost missed Clementine for lifetime and why Celine did not turn up in Vienna six months later but Jesse did. Every morning she […]

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