As I crossed over the busy road from Charing Cross station one Saturday morning in May, a year after the new Millennium had started, my head still pounded with work issues. It had been a tough week in my fledgling IT career, proving myself with some particularly complicated problems to solve. I was exhausted but…
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Lock Cottage No. 43
Whitewashed walls, looking like alabaster silk, window boxes and baskets throwing flashes of red and pink invite me to stop and take it in a while. A pretty scene that would never fail to make you smile. With pleasing symmetry, matching chimneys point to the sky;laden clouds, containing gradients of grey up high. A pair…
Why is it always me? – A Poem
Why is it always me who has to plan the meals and go out to do the food shopping with zeal? Why is it always me who has to put in a wash or two and every week, clean the house anew? Why is it always me who has to find the time for everyone,…
The Meeting – A Short Story by Rachel Toy
‘Oops, I’m so sorry!’ said Helen as she bumped into the tall man entering the café. She was on her way out of the door and nearly spilled her usual decaf latte down her new yoga pants amid the jostling. ‘It’s ok,’ he said with a grin. She recognised him immediately. It was Andy, her…