“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.
Category: Pieces of fiction
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.
It’s been a riddle, thank you
How is the present treating you?
Is it still paying rent to your past?
