A constant hum, the steady and subtle vibration rocks me in some kind of half-sleepiness… Not quite awake, yet not knocked down by the long hours spent getting ready for this, I float in between waters. I wish counsciousness would go for a walk down the aisle, and give me a much needed break.…… Continue reading In between…
How could I ever translate my love for you into words? It didn’t even exist before we met… I thought I had known love when our eyes first engaged in this mysterious tango, in the middle of the crowd. I thought I had felt it many times… But it was all just silliness.…… Continue reading Us…
She counted the tablets one more time. Aligned on the kitchen table, she knew she had enough, but she didn’t want to need them to stop suffering. With labor’s day long weekend, most of her neighbours were away, gone to celebrate life with their families. The building was unusually quiet. No one would notice…… Continue reading The hermit – part 9
He was a bit dizzy and far from steady on his feet. One drink… He only needed one drink to stop his hands from shaking. Beer, wine, cider, liquor… Anything would do the trick, he just needed it now. One hand pressed on the bed, to keep his balance, he pulled the wires attached…… Continue reading I am Debra…
Previously posted on November 20th of 2016 It was an almost nameless little town, in an almost unknown country-side area. With little houses planted, like trees, far enough away from each other, that two neighbours could have lived their whole life without knowing they even existed, if one had no curiousity. She lived in the…… Continue reading The peddler…
They say What you see is what you get! But don’t be fooled when you look my way. You might see this more than average woman, not beautiful, nor especially ugly. Not dressed to get your attention, no make up, no flashy jewelery. Not speaking loud when speaking at all. I blend in the crowd,…… Continue reading Vessel…
The water dripped in the kitchen sink, steadily enough to annoy her. Plop… Plop… Plop… She got up and tried to stop it without much success. All she seemed able to do was to change the rhythm of the drops falling, and she soon gave up, swearing to herself. Looking around, she picked the…… Continue reading The hermit – part 8
Bright white canvas standing in the middle of the room, longing to become a story. My hands, queezing out the paint, like anecdotes, not quite interesting on their own, but intriguing when intertwined… I run the silky brushes’ hair on my palm, tickling the dormant artist in me. I mix the colors slowly. Memories…… Continue reading The artist…
How had she managed to even get there? Wrapped in her raincoat, she felt uneasy sitting on the park bench. The recent shower had driven most people away, but there were still too many pedestrians going about, to her liking. What if someone she knew walked past her? What if someone randomly stopped to…… Continue reading The hermit – part 7
One of the things she liked the best about her new reclused life, was her midday bathing ceremony. Before, lunchtime was just that. Time for lunch. A biologically imposed pause in the chaos of society. People had to eat. Everyone stopped for a brief moment, stuffed themselves with bland food, and rushed back to work.…… Continue reading The hermit – part 6
Cyranny's Cove 