'It's been a while,' she said, as she took my hand with a smile. I say nothing in reply, staying silent, continuing to walk with her by my side. I do not know what brought me back here, or why I even left in the first place. Life can be overwhelming and underwhelming in equal … Continue reading Back in Town
Mumbai, India "On the 2nd of December 1911, Queen Mary of England, the wife to King George V made her way through the Gateway of India for the first time. Today it stands as one of India's most popular tourist attractions, affectionately known as the Taj Mahal of Mumbai." Marina Scott stared at her tour … Continue reading Gateway of India
This evening was much like any other. I sat yawning at the dining table as Mother and my perfect little sister, Libby, discussed the wedding. I stress that this is definitely the wedding, and not just a wedding. Oh no, Mother has gone out of her way to ensure that this is the social occasion … Continue reading Meet My Fiancée…
Towering skyscrapers and an expansive bridge, my view of 'The City' as its simply known by our kind is magnificent. Indeed, I have the best outlook in the entire ocean. Day after day I sit and watch as the boats of its' inhabitants invade our waters come sunrise. A number of vessels pass me by … Continue reading A Distant Land
I still remember that day. The day when I lost him. Jamie and I would stay with our Aunt Isabelle every other weekend, we would watch old movies together whilst eating her famous sugar cookies. He would always have one too many, the greedy pig. Isabelle used to warn him about the 'tummy tickles' but … Continue reading When We Were Young
Kenneth James was an ordinary man with an extraordinary ego. He had achieved many things in his seventy-two years of life. As he stood in the master bedroom of his estate, fire roaring and silk curtains blowing with the assistance of the violent wind, he recalled some of his life's greatest moments. He began with … Continue reading Mirror, Mirror
New Years Eve, 11:59pm A city is silent, waiting for the clock to strike midnight. A moment of reflection for time gone by, remembering achievements and recalling regrets, grieving for those who are no longer with them but holding close those who are. They hold them close, friends taking hands and lovers caressing cheeks. It's … Continue reading A “Happy” New Year?