I have been in this place far longer than I can remember. My earlies memories are of this place…of this absurdly thick darkness… There is no light here ever. I have not seen the sun for far too long. In fact, I do not remember how the sun looks like. Sometimes I wonder where I… Continue reading The Bright Window
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Always mine
She traced her fingers over her lips, remembering how he felt, how he tasted. But all she tasted now was the sharp salt of her fingers, and the bitter flavour of resent. He was Sarah’s. But that would never have lasted. It was only fair that she should end things herself. She wouldn’t have wanted… Continue reading Always mine