Category: Fiction

It was the kind of cold that could freeze a man where he was sitting.  It was the kind of cold that steals the air ….

I was born sick. So, I’m used to hospitals, though I now realise I never stayed in one back in the day. I was lucky ….

Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out. In. In. Out. In. Out. Out. In… I can’t. I forgot. How do we breathe? The pulse gains pace ….