‘They don’t read like we read. They don’t sleep like we sleep. They don’t walk like we walk. They don’t smile like we smile.’
Category: Pieces of fiction
“Life with my secret friend” – a chapter.
“It’s so good to see you again,” but your eyes were dripping desolation and so whatever you were trying to sell me, I just wasn’t buying.
The three stages of falling apart
You grew guns for eyes and your glances- well, they were bullets that could rip through me even with my eyes closed.
