. I’m not much into cleaning around the house. I mean, I do the everyday ”must do” chores… Washing the dishes, cleaning clothes, taking the trash out. I do it, because I have to, but I certainly am not what we could refer to, as a neat freak. I can very well live with a little…… Continue reading Is it just me?
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Fifty shades… (December 18th FFF)
I love your Fifty shades of grey When the sea meets The land with force Fury, Flirting dangerously on The fine line between Love, and hate. Where do I stand? Feet buried in your sand, Cheeks whipped by Your salty winds… Quiet referee Of your inner feuds All is not pretty but There’s beauty…… Continue reading Fifty shades…
They had agreed to meet in the park, after dusk. Alone, once, just to settle things right. She was sitting on the bench as previously discussed, and he came out of the shadows at the given time. Walking slightly slower than he used to, maybe a little scared about this strange encounter he was…… Continue reading Late night fiction…
Cyranny's Cove 