The Bed.

“Madam!” The middle-aged man said, tapping her. She jerked slightly. “Hmn?” “What floor?” “Sorry, fifth. Thank you.” He grunted in response, no doubt irritated with her for not hearing him the first time. The entire ride up, she braced herself. Knowing her personal assistant, there was likely going to be a fanfare waiting for her … More The Bed.


He let out a deep sigh. He had heard her after all. “Alemana, people will notice.” “That doesn’t matter.” She said quietly but firmly. “It might be a little unusual but it is not uncommon.” “Well,” he sighed. “If that is what you want. But I hope you don’t get offended if someone decides to … More Fury


Broken mirror pieces can be glued back together, but the cracks remain. Helen blinked in confusion. Obviously she had not heard him right. “Come again?”“I said, why didn’t you tell me she was not your biological daughter? I mean, sure you are her mother if you raised her but we are talking about a blood … More Unjust


Timeyin stared at his reflection for a few seconds, then shook his head as he turned on the tap. He splashed water on his face twice, and stared some more. “Bloody idiot!” He said to his reflection, his jaw hardening. He did not realise how hard he was gripping the restroom sink on either side, … More Apathy


So I lied, sue me. You would have lied too if you were in my situation. Here I was, having a nice drive around town with my husband when out of nowhere, my past decides to come a-knocking. We had just left the hospital from an antenatal appointment. I was thirty five weeks in and … More Untruth


Her lips quivered as she struggled to get the words out. She was so nervous I actually felt sorry for her. You would not know it from my expressionless face though. In fact, I suspect my stare probably did not help matters as she averted her eyes, and fiddled with the hem of her skirt. … More Unsuitable

This Christmas

I glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time. Why was he taking so long? Suddenly I heard the door to our bedroom shut. Finally! “I’m going out.” He said curtly, walking briskly past me. “Where are you going daddy?” Our son called out. He stopped. When he turned his head around, there was a … More This Christmas