pyjamas left unwashed

Time is rude. Time is impatient. Time laughs at your sorrows sailing across the feathered ripples, bursting into wilted cherry blossoms. Time kisses your eye and slyly takes your hand while you are preoccupied with its sunken lips, a sunken morose ship.  Time is rude. Time is impatient, like pyjama pants left unwashed by the […]

A Minute Times Thirty

She’d lain there for half an hour, an inanimate object. Restraint and patience and waiting in the semi-darkness of a dim lamp and the shadow of her eye-lids. Breathing slowly, quickly, counting each sigh and sound that rose from her lips. Filling in the emptiness that reigned with an iron brass band in the nothingness […]