She bent over the skillet, and almost got high on the bacon baking scent. The sun had not yet risen over the horizon, and to be quite honest, she wasn’t even hungry. She leaned towards the fridge door, and grabbed a sausage to throw in the pan. On any other day, she would have…… Continue reading The hermit – part 5
The rain flickered against the window pane. She lay naked in bed. How long had she been there? She had no idea. She rarely peeked at the clock, except on Thursdays, when her weekly groceries were to be delivered, and on Saturday mornings, of course. She didn’t need to count or keep track of…… Continue reading The hermit – part 4
As the days went by, she realized that if she was not to leave her apartment anymore, she needed to uncluther the place to have as much space as she could. She couldn’t push the walls, so getting rid of stuff was the only way to breathe easier. Sorting shoes, she wondered why…… Continue reading The hermit – part 3
Her black nails contrasted with the bright white bathroom sink porcelain. She rubbed the soap frantically on her palms, and the scented foam dripped from her shaking fingers. Her hands were long clean, but she couldn’t just turn off the water and go on with the rest of her day. This was ridiculous. She…… Continue reading The hermit – part 2
How many times had she thought about it? Enough to be curious, obviously. She had seen it so many times on tv. Shows about people who had mysteriously vanished from their homes… No sign of kidnapping, no apparent reason for leaving their life behind. No clues as to where they would have gone.…… Continue reading Gone…
Fred had texted him early the same morning. “Show up a little earlier, man. I’ve got something to show you!” was all it said. Kevin wasn’t on the curious side, but he wondered what kind of surprise awaited him. Sipping on his cup of strong black coffee, at the café just outside their office, he…… Continue reading Complications…
Previously posted August 7th, 2016. She was lying in the tall hay, eyes closed, open minded… What is summer…? It might have slipped from her lips. Or his, had he been there. But she was alone, with her thoughts, resting in the field, her skin offered to the sun. What is summer…? Summer is…… Continue reading Cicada song…
So… Are you going to accept my friend-request or not, now? Had it been a year already? She had the same stomach butterfly feeling. The same wet palms, the same stupid smile on her face, as when he had found her first, through internet’s warrens. She hadn’t had the most quiet, tranquile life so…… Continue reading Delete? – Part 3
“Some people need a booze, crave a joint or would kill for cocaine… You played the pusher, then left me high and dry, begging for your oxytocin!” I always refused to to get high with friends… Always turned my back on anything that could turn me into a slave. I was…… Continue reading Addicted…
The sun was shining bright despite the otherwise greyish November weather. The light had awakened her just minutes before the clock’s irritating alarm. Enjoying one last moment under the warm duvet, she wondered if she had dreamt this whole thing. Doctor Weinster’s voice resonated in her head, still. But this seemed so real. Of course,…… Continue reading Delete? – Part 2
Cyranny's Cove 