“Yes mom I’ll be there by evening. Don’t worry. Now can I tempt you to put the phone down so that I can reach my office on time and not drive my boss crazy, yet again?” I said on the phone while typing away the last line of my article and clicked the print icon on my Mac.
“Ok” she said and the phone went dead. Thank God.
I just couldn’t figure out why my mom thinks that she needed to remind me every single thing especially if it had anything to …

Anna stood wistfully staring at the sky whilst dear little Molly, just three years old, looked up at the pretty doll with beautiful long blonde tresses in the window of the toy shop on the edge of town. “Mummy” Molly said, “that’s the doll I would like Father Christmas to bring me”……… a tear rolled down Anna’s cheek…., seen only by the moonlight………… she knew that it would be impossible for her to buy poor little Molly anything this year. They were supposed to start a new life in Spain …

My eyes were drawn to one of the paintings are displayed neatly in front of me. Today is Thursday, right in the month of August in 2011. I walked to one of a very dark room, my feet stepped on something, I’m surprised, I turned around and lowered my head, look over there a middle-aged woman who was painting. I’m confused as to why in this dark room there was a woman who paints only with a speck of light candles in front of him. I did not dare approach …

“Listen Dave, where gonna put the money in the bag, stuff the rest of franklins in the safe so the cops can’t FIND it!”
Matthew slaps Dave in the face.
You listening!?!?
“Oh course I’m listening,! What the buck you think I’m doing here. Fiddling with my fingers! This is REAL LIFE, I AINT PLAYING NO GAMES!” Dave’s voice rose higher than marijuana smoke brain activity. He huffed, puffed and settled into a calming state of mind.
Matthew and Dave were both bent down. Knee high, waist low, like paying respects to a tomb. …

Everything happens for a reason. When life takes an unexpected turn either it gives rise to a miserable storm or showers sunshine. There is always a way for happiness after sadness and vice versa. Something similar was my story. It was going great between John and me. We were happy together or at least, I would say I was happy with him. But as they say nothing is forever, things change without prior notice, and we call it life. I was clueless about what was going in John’s mind.
I started …

It was dark and wet. Spring had just arrived and all was quiet but for the sound of his heavy breathing and the dripping water. His snoring echoed throughout and frightened intruders away.
All of a sudden, he woke up coughing and heaving. He scrambled for a cigarette and found a half smoked one in the ground. It was damp and moldy, but he didn’t care. He lit up and the coughing stopped. His breathing slowed down. His eyes were bloodshot and he could taste the bitterness of his own breath. …

I open the door, prepared to be cross with him but he launches himself at me out of the midnight darkness, all wild hair and leather and bone crushing hugs and I can’t remember why I was mad in the first place.
“Okay. You’re going to have to figure out how to move around the house with me hugging you because I am not letting you go,” he declares in that adorably boyish manner of his.
“B-b-but! I have to go to the bathroom!” I cry in mock distress as we begin …

I bend over the bar. For her, not for drinks. She says: “Finnish”; and it all starts right there.
“Finnish”, I smile. “Finnish” I wonder and I smile. F-i-n-n-i-s-h, I let it drup in, drup, drup,
drup, letter for letter.
“Lapland”, I think;
“Cold”;
“Foreign affairs” (I just read an article that mentioned the Finland model, questioning myself
what that could be);
“Somewhere north”;
“Cold”?!;
“Bears”? No, no bears I believe, and I smile.
I take another sip of my Friday eve beer. It’s a pity for those bears, I like bears. Maybe I
should go to Greenland and find some …

Laetitia is wearing colorful socks, a bit like mine, but wilder. Women have more choice when it comes to socks. Women have more choice in general. Her socks are pinky with yellow and green spots. I noticed those colors immediately, I’d describe them as bright little monsters devouring the pink. I am sure she disagrees with that statement. She ‘d call them cute little things. She is a girl. We disagree a lot, and often. Yet I fall about those raised eyebrows on her face, over and over. She chuckles, …

She plays, ten fingers running up and down the ivories, filling the audience room with music. She sits straight, very straight, it is part of the technique. I feel a smile growing on me, stupidly happy, as if I am still surprised to find us here, almost every day for weeks now. I just love this moment: her piano on stage, Eline totally drawn in herself, that very same spotlight, the empty chairs, and me, watching from the silent dark. It is like a movie, and I feel part of …

The night before, I couldn’t find sleep. So, I got up from my bed, switched on the bedrooms lights. I presumed, but it wasn’t even mid-night. The clock suggested 11:46PM. I love the silence during the night, but not that day. It was haunting, chilly and the dog barking outside made the night even more eerie. My mind was filled, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the trip. Literally, a million questions popped up – “What would it be like? Where will I stay? ….gosh! I don’t even know anybody …