memories

Faded

I’m holding this photograph, of a young woman, who looks quite like me, yet her hair is different, darker, tied up in a bun and she’s standing in a field of some now unrecognizable flowers, somewhere far away from here…. Read More ›

Fireworks

‘Come on, get up! Wake up, come on, it’s started again! Move! Let’s go!’ The blast shook the house. Mother pulled me out of the bed and down the stairs, clutching my sister in her arms. Another blast. We stopped… Read More ›