We stand on the platform, both silent. You're taller than me now, and I would have difficulty in carrying that heavy rucksack, you're stronger too... Yet, you are still fragile, I know, and I wish I could communicate, no, better, transfer to you my inner strength. You smile, we kiss, you stand tall, a young … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Departure
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#FiveSentenceFiction: Purple
In the dead of night I think of you. The scenery often changes: from the sands of the desert to the snows on the high mountains peaks. Often the shapes change too, and the sky from time to time: courage knows no colour, courage knows no gender, courage is simple. Soon is your graduation, my … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Purple
Of Glass & Paper 