It was steam between them no doubt, Indifferently waiting for a kettle to boil. She obviously liked her tea. He saw it in her smile…
Today
Yesterday cannot hide; its shapes scrutinised, hues criticised, scoffed and treasured equally – a Renaissance masterpiece! Separately, barely distinguishable from the countless, the many. Harshly…
The Spider
It had been a month since the last spider sat on my wall; smug and dark, casting a quivering shadow against the white. You appeared…