The Woman [Un]interested
She was sitting by the side of the aisle with the child tucked between her legs looking at the moving tracks sedated. Her face is grim and crisscrossed with ageing lines. Her eyes fixated and lips unmoved. Continue reading
She was sitting by the side of the aisle with the child tucked between her legs looking at the moving tracks sedated. Her face is grim and crisscrossed with ageing lines. Her eyes fixated and lips unmoved. Continue reading
Before the small white and blue tiled room smelling the dead carcasses and blood, I was standing at the local meat shop for my order. Continue reading