Fiction
Off The Stage
I danced freely because he held the door open. I never once asked if his hands were tired. I was scared then.
Fiction
MOTHER TALK
Bella had spent her whole life posing herself the question "What would mum do now?" and then doing the exact opposite.
Fiction
“Thanksgiving Weekend, 1983”
“I want to savour this moment, this fleeting morsel of peace and nostalgia we’ve found ourselves with. Who knows when it’ll happen next?”