Coffee cup in hand, she finds herself walking through the park, having recently delivered her boyfriend’s lunch that he had forgotten, being blatantly reminded that she cannot be oblivious...

I am rifling through a box of dusty old things in search of a spark for something new.

I folded a piece of paper today. I wish I could show you, but it flew away.

Against the stark unforgiving darkness a crack of lighting streaks against the sky with a sublime and furious pale blue power. A moment or two later the growl of thunder shakes the ground, wind ...