White tiles and the strong stench of bleach. It’s so lifeless and overpowering.
I make a 360° turn on the spot. I’m in a box room. And there’s no door. A single light bulb hangs from the ceiling and swings back and forth, the light bounces off the glossy white tiles.
Twenty minutes. That’s how long it’ll take for the police to get here. Fortunately it should give me enough time to make a quick escape.
Being curled up on the couch on a Sunday night and watching movies used to be what I looked forward to at the end of a stressful week. But today that is not the case. Instead of laughing at every scene in ‘Liar Liar’ like we’d normally do, there’s a tense silence in the room and vacant expressions etched across our faces.
Read More »Grey mini suitcase with blue handles and lining. The salesman that sold this to me said it was ‘one-of-a-kind.’ Lying git. If it were true, I’d be exploring the city instead of berating the airport from the landline of my hotel room. Having no success except running up the telephone bill, I reluctantly hang up and rub my temples to ease the growing migraine. Defeated with nothing else to do, I stare at the stranger on the bed. Curiosity and my itchy fingers unzip the suitcase to explore the unfamiliar possession.
Read More »The day she was born. When she grabbed my finger with her whole fist. Taking her home from the hospital; her warm, brown eyes widened in fascination. Sitting on her own. Her first smile. The first time she crawled. The day she took her very first steps. The most amazing sound ever made: her laugh. Her first day of school. Picking her up from school to find her clothes dirty from playing in the grass.
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