The Final Conquest

Perched on my favorite rocking chair in the wooden porch of my small house, I was swaying back and forth. A backward stroke of the chair, and dark shadows engulfed my charcoal skin. The magic of physical laws brought it back to its initial position and sparkling sunshine made my face glisten. Darkness after light……

Advertisements

The Politically Correct Coward

The dead screen of my old Nokia phone sprang to life as my rather annoying ring tone pierced the silence of the empty auditorium. I ignored it. Ba Dum TSS Another beep. My 6-year-old niece had set this tone when she was visiting me with her Mama. I kept the tune because it reminded me…

Unmade for Each other

“Most people aren’t really bad, you know”, she told him. “If that is so, they don’t do a very good job of showing their true intentions”, said he. “Why do you have to be so bitter all the time”, she was saying. He, however, was busy observing her. Her small lips were moving in circles…