Category Writings

The Carousel

The wooden-horses spun joyfully in the middle of the Plaza, like a prized crown-jewel.  They were painted in vibrant hues of cerulean and crimson, prancing and dancing up and down.  Each horse bore a unique expression: fierce, gallant, gentle and whimsical. But…

The Bag Lady/ a flash-fiction

The Bag Lady   Roaming the city through narrow cobbled stones streets with my belongings, I admit I am a ‘bag lady’. I carry everything I can in different bags, from small to large including plastic.     Like a turtle…