Travel light, but take everything with you.
I look at the glistening gold clock hung onto the station wall. Time is ticking. So slowly I feel that time has froze...
This note. This one note. This small little ticket of joy, was my way out of here. Out of this dump. Where flies cons...
"Travel light, but take everything with you," he said, his sky eyes looking off into the distance, "you never know wh...
She could tell I was faking it.
Savouring words was a joy to him. Illiterate for many years; he learnt to read and write late in life. His appreciati...
She could tell I was faking it. My smile felt wrong, though no one else knew. She knew. A glance at the priest standi...
She could tell I was faking it. They all could. They'd have to have known I wasn't "fine". I mean, come on. It's not ...