Someone thanked me for something I did 20 years ago. Something I do not even remember.
Today, nearly 20 years later, I am sitting in that very bakery.
My 2 year old took a tub of black eye shadow and sprinkled it all over our cream bedroom carpets. Continue reading
The old lady had lost her daughter 50 years ago. She had been standing on a pavement, minding her own business, when she was knocked by a car. She died instantly. She was just a young girl.
I decided to honour my company and resist the pull from the drama magnet, filled with its lies and deceit.
God only knows that sort of beatings they endured. From the sound of it, a life sentence would have been too lenient a punishment for him. The silence that followed was worrying. The walls stored those sounds, tainting its memory for eternity.
I arrived at the office at 6am. I rehearsed my speech a few times. First at my desk. Then in his office. Continue reading