Blogging · Fiction · short

The snowflake…

On days like today, Nature didn’t seem to bother with simple physics’ laws. The snow floated in mid-air, weightless, like sparkling diamonds waiting to be picked. The birds sang spring songs in the backstreet, probably to shake the lingering cold off their feathers. I walked pointlessly. Just a blurry silhouette in a Monet winter scene.…… Continue reading The snowflake…

Blogging · Fiction · stories

Lucky… (Jack, the barfly)

  It’s a hell of a ride, kid… Let me tell you that! The old man hit the wooden counter with his empty glass, making his intentions clear. The place wasn’t what you’d call fancy, but it had a soul, and the beer was cheap. Not the kind of bar where the hip hung out,…… Continue reading Lucky… (Jack, the barfly)

Blogging · Me myself and I · Thoughts

Too late a letter…

  Dear you, I spent the afternoon with this very dear friend of yours, I know you know who I mean. Before this week, I hadn’t met with her in twenty five years, but it felt like we had parted just yesterday. I didn’t know her that well back then. Not anywhere near as much…… Continue reading Too late a letter…

Blogging · Sharing · Thoughts

Thankful — It’s Me Saraa

Dear Lovelies, Last Monday, I published a post (A hug for Saraa) after reading about a dear blogger friend of mine, who had just lost her little brother. I asked you to visit her over, and give her a cyber-hug. WordPress is a great, tight community, and it is in times like this that we… Continue reading Thankful — It’s Me Saraa

Blogging · Sharing · Thoughts

A hug for Saraa…

Dear Lovelies, Today I break my blogging-pause silence for a good reason. Not a happy one, but something worth a mention… As you all know, blogging is about sharing thoughts and stories, but it is much more than that. The Bloggosphere is a community, and a place we come to when we need some support.…… Continue reading A hug for Saraa…

Blogging · Daily Prompt · Fiction · One word Prompt · stories

The letter…

Peviously posted May 30th of 2017. via Daily post prompt – Buff   She put a log in the fire, and returned silently to the kitchen. The kettle was about to whistle, and she took it off the stove, just in time. She wasn’t thirsty, per say, but making tea was a ritual that calmed her,…… Continue reading The letter…