Grey Skies- fiction

Grey Skies

There was something pure about sharing lemonade with loved ones. Maybe it was the care and time taken to prepare just one cup of crisp, cold tart sweetness.

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It Starts

It starts well. You write something for class and the teacher beats you because of your bad handwriting but tells…

A LOVER’S MOON

The night air was still, not a cloud in the sky. He moved stealthily, taking cover in the long shadows…

WHEN YOU EAT TOO MUCH

Dead dried up purple flowers were spread all over the compound. No more were falling, the tree was completely bare.…

DADDY ISSUES

My earliest memories of my father are of him not being there. He had another family, and I guess they…