Their setup was rather uncommon. She would wield a screw driver as if it was an extension of her limb, and would fix a leak under the sink in under 5 minutes. He, on the other hand, was the master of the kitchen. From scratch would come sumptuous dinners and delectable desserts. His hands were…
Her back on the smooth linen was the first thing she noticed when she opened her eyes. “It is Sunday,” she said loudly enough for him to hear.
She stood, looked out the window, and dressed as how Sundays should be met. “Coffee,” she said as she stepped out the bedroom they shared.
“You don’t know a woman until she writes to you.”
She wrote him a love letter, sick of metaphors and allusions. She drew hearts and flowers and trees. She kissed the fold, and sealed the paper inside.
She wrote him a letter of apology, brimmed with sadness and hate, and seasoned with regret….
We usually go to our friends / family when making big life decisions. There is nothing wrong with this. Everyone does it, including myself. And some will have very intelligent things to say which may lead to revelations. But at the end of the day, you have to make your life decisions based on your…
Sometimes she gets surpised by the songs she hears on her way to work. Music was a huge part of her life. Her mood, her disposition, her mindframe all used to depend on what she heard from her portable music player and from random stereos around her. Now, she couldn’t imagine how she and her days turned out to be so quiet, so monotonous. She heard her song play and she felt her tummy grow a little warm.
Sparks of a new day lit up her eyes.
She heard her song, and then she was ready.