It was there, the street, the trees, the light of passing traffic, the dying sun rays. It was winter, the air was cold. Suddenly it's all gone: the dream is over, the light faded, the rain came. Was it ever real, the long stairway, the high ceiling, the flowers on the balcony, the canal. The … Continue reading Nostalgy
City of Faust
I know his tricks… #fivewords
Weekly Writing Prompt #155 I know his tricks, and I can recognise the face, his, or of one of his "staff", as he likes to call his minions. I have seen him a few times, in the old city, never in the same guise, even as an attractive person, disappearing at will in the … Continue reading I know his tricks… #fivewords