Come And Be Going

Sometimes, the crack in the wall is not a signal of an imminent fall; the peeking of the sun is not a prelude of a fiery dawn… It is just what it is.



Let me tell you something, something about grief: it can wrap you like a mother, it can warm you like the sun…

Hardboiled Eggs I

At the bar, the bartender’s eyes are intent on Table 8, where those obnoxious ashawos are sipping their drinks. An ungodly, almost sensual, kind of pleasure courses through his veins while his fingers caress the rim of a bottle underneath the bar.

The bottle he keeps for special customers…