From A Distance

Sarah quickened her pace along 5th Avenue. Breathless, she entered The Met, and rushed to the ‘guided tours’ meeting point. She scanned the crowds nervously. He wasn’t there. Disheartened, she led her group to the first exhibit.

Pensive Moments

There was a chill in the air that evening, as Clara closed the doors to her flower shop and walked down the cobbled street, avoiding the puddles, as she made her way home Slowing down, by one of the dimly lit lamp posts, she reminisced about a night like this many years ago. The delicate flowers,…

Returning Home

The day John finished his 15 year sentence, he made his way to the old neighborhood. His eyes paused at the run down building. With its corrugated iron roof, frayed walls and intact windows – it tug at his heart-strings.

It was time

From the waiting room, I calmly make my way through the double doors into the hallway. The distinctive smell of antiseptics is hard to digest. Why are hospitals so cold? The surroundings austere. This is nauseating.

Best Kept Secrets

Saturday afternoons for Edward meant taking his boat out to the island. He had bought this small piece of land as a wedding present for his wife 15 years ago.

Finding solace in writing

Catherine had wanted to get away for a while. Her life had become an endless succession of disappointments, making it a breeding ground for anxiety, anguish and uncertainty. She managed to book a quaint rustic cottage in rural Spain for the summer. As she arrived and made her way down the cobbled steps towards the…

Bittersweet Lemonade at Table 19

Melissa had taken her time getting ready this morning. She was seldom rushed, but today she felt a sense of urgency to get to her appointment. She was a confident, successful woman with a thriving career. Managing several teams and conducting across the board meetings was second nature to her. But today, hesitation consumed her.

A Perfect Evening

Kate entered her apartment after finishing a rigorous 12 hour rotation at the hospital. She had completely immersed herself in the residency program, which didn’t leave time for much else. She glanced at the left over pizza and wine on her dresser. He had probably waited for a while and then left – as always. A part of her…

Anticipation

Every Thursday afternoon, MaryAnn would wait by the kitchen window. She stood there, parting the tattered curtain in anticipation. She eagerly awaited the first sounds of his bicycle as he rode up the cobbled pathway and towards her home. Would he come visit today as she hoped? She was lost in reverie, thinking back to the…

Promises made. Promises broken.

The ‘for sale’ sign had come up on this dilapidated house yesterday. Sandra set her eyes on it from beyond the fence.