The life underneath

The life underneath

…the fallen raindrops I’ve been wanting to write for two hours now, stressing out my mind for something worth writing about, but most of all reading about. I haven’t come up with a miraculous idea, but there is one thing I may have found close. From...
Times of reflection

Times of reflection

When the road is your friend The night before has made her question. What was she feeling? Who was the one that saved her? Was it a man? Maybe a woman? Maybe no one else but … herself? On her way home, Dianne remembered something her grandmother had always said...
After Midnight Mask