Guitar
“Lunch’s ready. Put the guitar down.”“Just need to finish this bit. This one’s for you — wait until you hear it.”She sighed. As his tour loomed closer, he had barely looked at her, and all his fingers had touched was his guitar. He’d be gone again in the…
3AM Friend
The clinking of mugs in the kitchen pulled her back from a restless sleep and into the dark middle of the night. Only the quiet rumble of the aircon filled the silence in her half-empty apartment. She sat up on her bed and squinted to have a better…
Countdown
The day was breaking, and she was not afraid anymore. Her knees were sore from kneeling but her soul was cleansed. As the first rays of sunlight entered her room, she stood up to look outside her window—a thin blanket of snow covered the courtyard as people came…
The Birds
“I wonder if they’re real,” John asked, pointing at the crows on the fence bordering the pond. Overgrown grass reigned supreme, but the park still showed signs of its past of glorious, manicured, suburban, peaceful days. John imagined kids riding bikes along the then clear path, old people…
The Forest
He was not supposed to be alone in the forest.…
The Road
Outside, the fog blurred the road behind them, clearing their path to a new life with a safe bed, quiet nights, deeper dreams and lighter hearts.…
Echoes
The radio didn’t work anymore, but sometimes she could still hear their voices—sometimes they laughed at her, sometimes they taunted her to go outside, sometimes they pleaded for help.…