The Bathtub

She sat in the lukewarm water for going on the second hour, and kept her eyes closed, not wanting to accidentally catch her reflection in the mirror opposite. She used to fit in this tiny bathtub much more easily, but she had stopped paying attention to what she ate at least six months ago; maybeContinue reading “The Bathtub”

Excerpt from my short story, “Wild Horses”

The following content belongs to me, the author. Opening scene from my short story, titled, Wild Horses “She traced the freckles on his back with her fingertips. His eyelashes fluttered. She pressed her lips to his left shoulder blade. His lips puckered involuntarily. She felt the warmth of his skin, as the burning light pouredContinue reading “Excerpt from my short story, “Wild Horses””

Irish Tea

He brought tea to bed because it’s what his mother had taught him to do as a child, on cold winter nights when the wind was howling and rain beat against his windows, old as his homeland itself, she would bring him tea, and he brought it to me 20 years later in a flatContinue reading “Irish Tea”