Chanel 5
I am shopping for food at my regular supermarket. I usually choose to go during lunch time, it’s less crowded. I am looking for a particular shampoo and hair conditioner, absorbed by the many brands on the shelves. A woman…
Category Writings
A strange dream
A willow bending under the weight of thick droplets of rain, this is what she reminds me of: her back arched by carrying heavy bags, she is dragging her little feet, moving at the speed of a snail… It’s not…
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…